Living in a Time Bomb

Some of us never recovered from the death of the disco dancer. But in disco’s wake, came something much heavier, indifferent and profoundly seminal- the 80s. And still yet, the era so deeply imbued in war, technology and cultural transgression has left a stain on us that we can’t seem to wash out. One need not look too hard to see the eighties entrapment.
Fashion Week's empresses: London/New York, were strident in 80s novelties- tights, ballooning pants, and even the Tess McGill power suit. Diane Von Furstenberg dresses for success, while United Bamboo slipped into after-work attire-- poofy sleeves and suspenders in a dandy Duran Duran fashion.
The quickest way to investigate the crimes of the 80s style revival is to accuser le rock-star. Paul Weller says it best in the April Q issue, that the only things that matter in
As for tracing that 80s sound, the history is spotty with resurrections of post-punk and new wave revivals that a semiotic music critic can sort out and explain the namesake of today, a post-post something movement. It's difficult to discern between Interpol's spastic feel with the original Joy Division demigod, Ian Curtis.
Or while we're at it, Karen O or Joan Jett?
The parallels of here and then are numerous and sometimes shocking. But why should we relive in the past for a good party?
Perhaps because we are reliving the same time as the eighties in a time of war, ultra-conservative politics, tense foreign relations, sour economy, religious upheaval and technological triumphs.

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