There were so many amusing photographs from the late 90’s that I had to break it down into a couple of posts. Today I am sharing some of my outfit choices from the years 1996 and 1997. It was a time that I am rather nostalgic about. I was all over the Britpop scene and the Gallagher brothers rocked my world. There was cool Britannia in the air, and I enjoyed getting creative with my look.
Of course, this was a not a smooth route to take as a teenager at school. I was not conforming to the standard look of bootcut jeans with a Sweatershop jumper. I was not fitting in with the crowd and I was bullied for it. But I tried to ignore the nasty comments written on the girls toilet walls, and the shoving and teasing in the corridor. Yes, I wore a silver Bomber jacket with a single blonde streak in my hair. And yes, I totally stood out. But I enjoyed being creative with my look and that was that.
I wish I could say the bullying didn’t have any impact on my life. But that would be a lie. It did. And I am sad that it happened. But I also know that I am not alone. For a while I felt like the only girl at school who enjoyed looking different, who would devour magazines searching for new trends to try out, who would plan every school disco outfit with a little sketch in the back of her Maths book. But I realise now, there were many out there just like me.
There are many of my favourite outfits not included here because I just didn’t have the pocket money for camera film. But let me assure you, the multi-coloured swirly shirt that I paired with hot-pants and 5 inch platforms looked awesome.
1996 – This was a time when you still had to wear a suit to wedding. It was a much more formal occasion that just wearing the latest floral Monsoon number. My Gran dragged me down to Bay Clothing Co. (remember them?) to get this lovely lightly blue shift dress and long jacket. Of course, I had to dress it up my own way with black patent 5-inch platforms and a pvc bag. Incidentally, I still have that suit hanging in my wardrobe – it hasn’t been worn for years, but I kind of like it.
1996 – No style commentary of the 90’s would be complete without an obligatory checked/plaid/lumberjack shirt. I loved this one so much. It was from River Island and had blanket stitching all around the edges which I thought looked quite unique. What you can’t see in this photograph is the lime green crop top I am wearing underneath. Oh, those were the days!
1997 – It was birthday (yes, it is right after Christmas hence the Crimbo tree) and I had discovered the Wonderbra. This was its first outing and I couldn’t believe the uplift – I felt like my little boobs were right under my chin! Ahem. I had spent my birthday money on some gorgeous indigo denim bootcut jeans, and some Jerome Russell hair bleach, which is why my streak looks so orange. I had also read about doing the smokey eye and pale lips, so I was rather pleased with my make-up for the evening.
1997 – I had read in Cosmo that models scraped their hair back to show off their bone structure. I wasn’t sure if I had bone structure but I did it anyway because I thought it made me look sophisticated. I then ruin this by wearing a slinky nightie as a dress. I liked the pattern so wore it over my bootcut jeans and 5-inch platform heels. You get a sneaky peek at my teenage bedroom here. Oasis-mad at the time, and a rather bizarre New Years Resolution on the cupboard. Apparently I wanted to eat less. *sigh* Oh dear.
1997 – or it could be 1996. I’m not sure. Nevertheless, it was all about trainers with a platform and crop tops. And yes, I was a total poser back then. This was a time when Trafalgar Square was one big giant roundabout.
1997 – Heart-shaped sunglasses. Need I say more? I was sunglasses crazy back then. I had all sorts of shapes and colours, but these heart-shaped ones were the best. I am gutted that I lost them.
1997 – Yes, I am wearing black lace flares. Those are my bikini bottoms underneath. I thought that was perfectly acceptable. Oh, how I must have exasperated my parents. But not once did they ever tell what I could and could not wear. They knew I was expressing something. Here I am not sure what I am expressing, but I matched the lace flares with a cute asymmetric top and did my hair in those mini buns like Bjork did. There is a possibility I may have drunk a couple of cans of Hooch on this evening. It was my best friend’s birthday and Radiohead were headlining Glastonbury that night. One of the best nights ever.