Post by saturdaysheros on Sept 3, 2006 16:57:37 GMT -5
he article below is from an issue of the FACE magazine from 1983. The article was written by Kevin Sampson who went on to manage The Farm, as well as write the excellent 'Awaydays' novel and the book 'Extra Time', about a season following Liverpool FC, both books are well worth checking out.
Fashion has always been a city thing. The adoption of certain labels and garments is geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's course, price - why pay less? This merry-go-round can't properly exist outside of the conurbations for the same reason that you don't have the Grand Prix at Leominster. No, the wasted youth of, say, Barrow are going to opt for a far more outrageous individual stance because their market forces demand it.
This, in 1983, is popularly labelled style. The media emphasis for the past year has been on individulasim, resulting in a nation-wide army of Buffalo boys and gal Georges. Good old self-expression rears its pretty head once more, and style is in fashion. Can this be all that is happening in rag-crazy Britain? You can bet your Fila tracksuit that it isn't, as any paid-up football fancier will tell you. Times are tight, but, for those actually affected by the national disgrace, their reaction has been well in tune with history.
Image before belly is The Message and the young city dweller of today is more concerned with fashion than ever. His inspiration, though, comes not from expensive Italian boutiques but from the local football ground. Here, the traditional cycle of experiment-adopt-abandon whirls round as fast as you can play. This is young, urban, male Britain - modern as hell, and how. And how?
Let's rewind to the summer of 1977. Remember it? The Buzzthingys? "White Riot"? "Low"? That Berlin-phase Bowie LP may not have seemed important at the time, but in the Scotland Road area of Liverpool it was breaking down doors for the world of youth culture. Scotland Road is a puzzle for Housing Dept officials - the clanism of its people legendary. Why does no-one work? Why do they all have videos? Why won't they move to a nice overspill estate? This clanism became especially evident in the children of Scotland Road, the first "scallies" to emerge in 1977.
Taking the cover of Bowie's "Low" as a point of reference, they mixed the bohemian cool of Bowie with punk's snazzier trappings. The resulting image was at once aggressive, effeminate and extremely attractive. Mohairs worn with straights and plastic sandles, complemented by camel duffel coats. But it was the distinctive hairstyle that stamped SCALLY all over them, the unique and wonderful lopsided wedge - a haircut popular in the last great depression, ridiculously "claimed" by hair stylist Trevor Sorbie at Vidal Sassoon.
The start of the 1977 football season saw this look spreading, slowly at first, while a vibrant club scene began to take shape. Centred on two New Wave clubs, Checkmate and The Swinging Apple, a Punk-Scally crossover was noticeable for some months. Yet as electronic music began to predominate in early 1978, Checkmate became more fringe, less spike. Lots of punks adopted the cyclops wedge as a weird hairstyle, resulting in a miazma of dyed flicks flopping around to "Sound And. Vision" in Checkmate. It was here, incidentally, that Richard Jobson's bespoke "Into The Valley" kick-dance originated. So there.
It was around February of 1978 that this fledgeling fashion shook off its punk influences and became more of a cult, a football-orientated lifestyle. Suddenly everyone at the match was sporting a drooping fringe, straights and Pod shoes. Like all good cults, the metamorphosis was very swift and very widespread. Though drinking, stealing, claiming and clubbing were all important, obsession with clothes gripped young Merseyside something murderous.
Between spring 1978 and winter 1979 The city's rag-trade was turned upside down. The emphasis went on detail. First it was drainies rather than just straights. Then it had to be Lois drainies. Then, come 1979, it was a new label every month. Inega, Fiorucci, Lacoste, FU's all had their moments, but never very long ones. Now this was fashion. No sooner was a new brand or colour established than it was cast off, replaced and ridiculed.
The shops became wise to the movement and capitalised on the joke aspect of it. Stickers claiming "In For One Day Only!!!" were attached to gold jumbo cords, while a shop in Lime Street displayed an array of three-star jumpers with the invitation "Why go cold?" This was a reference to the thin baggy shirts being worn - top button done up, no jacket - in January.
As 1979 wore on, though, inspiration fell thin on the ground. The style leaders of Scotland Road simply went more ridiculous, by wearing no underpants, walking with their their hands behind their backs and using Staffordshire Bull Terriers as a fashion accessory. At the same time there was a great deal of hatplay. All manner of headgear came and went - baseball caps, deerstalkers, trappers hats, flat caps. By this time the cult was well established.
The beginning of the 1979 football season saw the Liverpool look popularised to a national level. Manchester with its "Perries" and London's "Chaps" quickly imitated and emulated their Scouse rivals, by the sheer range of selection and the class of their clothing. Calibre was still as vital as before, with the nightclubs maintaining their importance in the way of life.
Towards the end of 1979 the Liverpool clubscene shifted to The Harrington Bar, where Joy Division could be heard next to The Crusaders, and it was this leaning towards jazz-disco that prompted a renewed interest in quality. However, the Londoners could not be beaten at their own game and the Chaps came up with a luxurious image unlike anything touched upon before. This was an incongruous mixture of Nike trainers, frayed Lois jeans and Lacoste shirts, worn with cashmere scarves and jumpers, topped with long Burberry raincoats. The age of football chic was upon us.
1980 saw a change in direction. Long fringes were ousted in favour of huge, bowl-type mushroom wedges, instantly doubling the width of the head. At the same time the clothing was much more sports-image conscious, rather than club orientated. Tennis shoes were worn with faded jeans and Adidas ski-anoraks, and while the footwear was regularly altered, anoraks and faded jeans became a Scouse fixture. The londoners displayed a variety of leatherwear and Lacoste gadgetry before knuckling down to the serious business of out-sporting the world. Meanwhile Manchester's Perries seemed anxious to make 1980 a happy year for Adi Dassler (sic), apparently exhausting the entire catalouge within six months.
By 1981 just about every team in the country was able to boast a collection of match-dudes, each trying to outdo the next city in terms of terrace cool. In point of fact, there was little variation from city to city. The thingyneys wore diamond Pringles and the Scousers had green Peter Storms, but the status-quo was Slazenger jumpers, Lee jeans, Adidas trainers. The fashion was not limited to clothing either. Travelling to aways by Inter-City (NEVER by coach), sitting at the match rather than standing, blowing instead of drinking and, more worryingly, carrying Stanley scalpels were all integrated into the football youth culture. People who talk of all-seater stadia keeping out the undesirables know nothing. Observe West Ham's Inter City Firm travel to a northen away game and you will understand that football violence is as ´curable` a ´disease` as Ulster is.
The outset of the `81-`82 season saw an interesting split between the main instigators, London and Liverpool. Mrs Thatcher's mingebag economies were biting home in all urban centres, not least Merseyside. In the face of impossible competition from the huge and varied London outlets, the Sousers went downmarket. Labels were still important, but only to the individual and even then as a matter of routine - downmarket doesn't mean fighting in the sales for Brutus Gold.
So, naturally enough, the Liverpool match-goers turned tramp on us all. Trainers were replaced by suedies, lager by cannabis, Joy Division by Frank Zappa and jeans weren't replaced at all, they just deteriorated on the sickly body. Corduroy jackets became popular, handy for storing things in, and the haircuts, like the alcohol, went to pot. It was more a case of Charlie Magri than Bryan Ferry. This was autumn 1981 and the clothes for the first time had to suit the entire lifestyle, daytime AND night time. Things were moving at an easier pace.
This was not neccessarily true of all cities, as glamorous young football fans everywhere raced after the trendsetting thingyneys in their Fila tracksuits, Ellesse T-shirts and Tacchini everything. Nike Legend was the staple training shoe, recently set aside by the arrival of Nike's new baby, the Ace. Most prominent teams, Aston Villa, Manchester City, Middlesbrough (oh yes!) now tend to follow the London example in this respect, to follow the London example in this respect, preferring radical sports chic to your genuine Scouse-style hard times. A few however, particularly the infamous Leeds Service Crew, are still Liverpool influenced in terms of sartori, though perhaps not when it comes to correct football match conduct. For those that still don't know, kicking people from other cities is old hat, like maybe a bobblehat or something.
Next season will be interesting. Current trends indicate a return of the Scousers to the mainstream of sports-elegance. With so many major teams participating in Europe, the balance of power could hang on one fashionable European away game - always a good hunting ground in the past. Whatever happens, I maintain that there are few finer moments in life than when you step into an alien city en masse, all dressed up ruthless, and watch those people stare. Till then, chew on this thought: Tacchini is Italian for turkey. Woahh!
THE CASUAL SCENE-KEVIN SAMPSON ARTICLE
1
Fashion has always been a city thing. The adoption of certain labels and garments is geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's geared towards other people knowing what's course, price - why pay less? This merry-go-round can't properly exist outside of the conurbations for the same reason that you don't have the Grand Prix at Leominster. No, the wasted youth of, say, Barrow are going to opt for a far more outrageous individual stance because their market forces demand it.
This, in 1983, is popularly labelled style. The media emphasis for the past year has been on individulasim, resulting in a nation-wide army of Buffalo boys and gal Georges. Good old self-expression rears its pretty head once more, and style is in fashion. Can this be all that is happening in rag-crazy Britain? You can bet your Fila tracksuit that it isn't, as any paid-up football fancier will tell you. Times are tight, but, for those actually affected by the national disgrace, their reaction has been well in tune with history.
Image before belly is The Message and the young city dweller of today is more concerned with fashion than ever. His inspiration, though, comes not from expensive Italian boutiques but from the local football ground. Here, the traditional cycle of experiment-adopt-abandon whirls round as fast as you can play. This is young, urban, male Britain - modern as hell, and how. And how?
Let's rewind to the summer of 1977. Remember it? The Buzzthingys? "White Riot"? "Low"? That Berlin-phase Bowie LP may not have seemed important at the time, but in the Scotland Road area of Liverpool it was breaking down doors for the world of youth culture. Scotland Road is a puzzle for Housing Dept officials - the clanism of its people legendary. Why does no-one work? Why do they all have videos? Why won't they move to a nice overspill estate? This clanism became especially evident in the children of Scotland Road, the first "scallies" to emerge in 1977.
Taking the cover of Bowie's "Low" as a point of reference, they mixed the bohemian cool of Bowie with punk's snazzier trappings. The resulting image was at once aggressive, effeminate and extremely attractive. Mohairs worn with straights and plastic sandles, complemented by camel duffel coats. But it was the distinctive hairstyle that stamped SCALLY all over them, the unique and wonderful lopsided wedge - a haircut popular in the last great depression, ridiculously "claimed" by hair stylist Trevor Sorbie at Vidal Sassoon.
The start of the 1977 football season saw this look spreading, slowly at first, while a vibrant club scene began to take shape. Centred on two New Wave clubs, Checkmate and The Swinging Apple, a Punk-Scally crossover was noticeable for some months. Yet as electronic music began to predominate in early 1978, Checkmate became more fringe, less spike. Lots of punks adopted the cyclops wedge as a weird hairstyle, resulting in a miazma of dyed flicks flopping around to "Sound And. Vision" in Checkmate. It was here, incidentally, that Richard Jobson's bespoke "Into The Valley" kick-dance originated. So there.
It was around February of 1978 that this fledgeling fashion shook off its punk influences and became more of a cult, a football-orientated lifestyle. Suddenly everyone at the match was sporting a drooping fringe, straights and Pod shoes. Like all good cults, the metamorphosis was very swift and very widespread. Though drinking, stealing, claiming and clubbing were all important, obsession with clothes gripped young Merseyside something murderous.
Between spring 1978 and winter 1979 The city's rag-trade was turned upside down. The emphasis went on detail. First it was drainies rather than just straights. Then it had to be Lois drainies. Then, come 1979, it was a new label every month. Inega, Fiorucci, Lacoste, FU's all had their moments, but never very long ones. Now this was fashion. No sooner was a new brand or colour established than it was cast off, replaced and ridiculed.
The shops became wise to the movement and capitalised on the joke aspect of it. Stickers claiming "In For One Day Only!!!" were attached to gold jumbo cords, while a shop in Lime Street displayed an array of three-star jumpers with the invitation "Why go cold?" This was a reference to the thin baggy shirts being worn - top button done up, no jacket - in January.
As 1979 wore on, though, inspiration fell thin on the ground. The style leaders of Scotland Road simply went more ridiculous, by wearing no underpants, walking with their their hands behind their backs and using Staffordshire Bull Terriers as a fashion accessory. At the same time there was a great deal of hatplay. All manner of headgear came and went - baseball caps, deerstalkers, trappers hats, flat caps. By this time the cult was well established.
The beginning of the 1979 football season saw the Liverpool look popularised to a national level. Manchester with its "Perries" and London's "Chaps" quickly imitated and emulated their Scouse rivals, by the sheer range of selection and the class of their clothing. Calibre was still as vital as before, with the nightclubs maintaining their importance in the way of life.
Towards the end of 1979 the Liverpool clubscene shifted to The Harrington Bar, where Joy Division could be heard next to The Crusaders, and it was this leaning towards jazz-disco that prompted a renewed interest in quality. However, the Londoners could not be beaten at their own game and the Chaps came up with a luxurious image unlike anything touched upon before. This was an incongruous mixture of Nike trainers, frayed Lois jeans and Lacoste shirts, worn with cashmere scarves and jumpers, topped with long Burberry raincoats. The age of football chic was upon us.
1980 saw a change in direction. Long fringes were ousted in favour of huge, bowl-type mushroom wedges, instantly doubling the width of the head. At the same time the clothing was much more sports-image conscious, rather than club orientated. Tennis shoes were worn with faded jeans and Adidas ski-anoraks, and while the footwear was regularly altered, anoraks and faded jeans became a Scouse fixture. The londoners displayed a variety of leatherwear and Lacoste gadgetry before knuckling down to the serious business of out-sporting the world. Meanwhile Manchester's Perries seemed anxious to make 1980 a happy year for Adi Dassler (sic), apparently exhausting the entire catalouge within six months.
By 1981 just about every team in the country was able to boast a collection of match-dudes, each trying to outdo the next city in terms of terrace cool. In point of fact, there was little variation from city to city. The thingyneys wore diamond Pringles and the Scousers had green Peter Storms, but the status-quo was Slazenger jumpers, Lee jeans, Adidas trainers. The fashion was not limited to clothing either. Travelling to aways by Inter-City (NEVER by coach), sitting at the match rather than standing, blowing instead of drinking and, more worryingly, carrying Stanley scalpels were all integrated into the football youth culture. People who talk of all-seater stadia keeping out the undesirables know nothing. Observe West Ham's Inter City Firm travel to a northen away game and you will understand that football violence is as ´curable` a ´disease` as Ulster is.
The outset of the `81-`82 season saw an interesting split between the main instigators, London and Liverpool. Mrs Thatcher's mingebag economies were biting home in all urban centres, not least Merseyside. In the face of impossible competition from the huge and varied London outlets, the Sousers went downmarket. Labels were still important, but only to the individual and even then as a matter of routine - downmarket doesn't mean fighting in the sales for Brutus Gold.
So, naturally enough, the Liverpool match-goers turned tramp on us all. Trainers were replaced by suedies, lager by cannabis, Joy Division by Frank Zappa and jeans weren't replaced at all, they just deteriorated on the sickly body. Corduroy jackets became popular, handy for storing things in, and the haircuts, like the alcohol, went to pot. It was more a case of Charlie Magri than Bryan Ferry. This was autumn 1981 and the clothes for the first time had to suit the entire lifestyle, daytime AND night time. Things were moving at an easier pace.
This was not neccessarily true of all cities, as glamorous young football fans everywhere raced after the trendsetting thingyneys in their Fila tracksuits, Ellesse T-shirts and Tacchini everything. Nike Legend was the staple training shoe, recently set aside by the arrival of Nike's new baby, the Ace. Most prominent teams, Aston Villa, Manchester City, Middlesbrough (oh yes!) now tend to follow the London example in this respect, to follow the London example in this respect, preferring radical sports chic to your genuine Scouse-style hard times. A few however, particularly the infamous Leeds Service Crew, are still Liverpool influenced in terms of sartori, though perhaps not when it comes to correct football match conduct. For those that still don't know, kicking people from other cities is old hat, like maybe a bobblehat or something.
Next season will be interesting. Current trends indicate a return of the Scousers to the mainstream of sports-elegance. With so many major teams participating in Europe, the balance of power could hang on one fashionable European away game - always a good hunting ground in the past. Whatever happens, I maintain that there are few finer moments in life than when you step into an alien city en masse, all dressed up ruthless, and watch those people stare. Till then, chew on this thought: Tacchini is Italian for turkey. Woahh!
THE CASUAL SCENE-KEVIN SAMPSON ARTICLE
1