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Ah, sweet youth. No matter whether you grew up sporting a fedora, penny loafers, poodle skirts, bell-bottoms, leg-warmers, skinny jeans, Madonna-inspired net shirts and rosaries, goth garb, a spiky Mohawk, or even a wave that would put the Bieber to shame, you made a fashion statement, unique to you. Describe your favorite fashions from days of yore or current trends you think are stylin’.

I spent the years from 1960-1970 in high school and college, graduating from the University of St. Andrews with an M.A. in Medieval History. Kind of ironic studying this period of history at a 550 year-old university, and living at the dawning of a new age.

The change during one short decade was remarkable. It’s like the earth had shifted on its axis by the time I had graduated.

I am so glad I got to live through this period. It was exciting, innovative, freeing, everything a teen-to-adult person could want in life. People wore what they wanted, freely expressed new ideas (some pretty strange), cut their hair in new and offbeat ways, and some (guys) let their hair grow like it was what they’d been waiting to do their whole lives before their parents intervened.

I don’t know what came first, the music or the societal change, but they were so synergistic that it was a mutual development. Now that the Beatles, as an institution, are celebrating their fiftieth anniversary, it’s hard to believe that they were so revolutionary at the time, and in their early years so feared by the establishment in Britain as corruptors of youth. The Mop Tops proved their golden mettle and soon they were the spokespeople of the new generation. The Stones were the the anti-Beatles, but just as significant. They both spawned a revolution in music which urged on and expressed the changes that were happening in the world they entertained.

It’s hard to say how one made a fashion statement in the 60’s: it was like a cacophony of competing statements. Short shirts, long dresses, vintage clothes, second-hand fur coats, tall boats, chunky heels — you name it, you saw it or wore it. If it weren’t so much fun to freely express oneself in clothing choices, what we wore would have been downright outrageous.

I never got into the drug scene, thankfully, but enjoyed all the crazy parties with flowery people, flashing lights and fabulous music — what could be better.

 

 

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