The 1980s encapsulated in one photo.
If you remember the eighties, you were probably there. Big hair, bad music, and terrible fashion. Or was it so bad?
This was the decade when no one dominant musical trend dictated the terms—as say the Beatles did in the sixties or as heavy metal, prog rock or punk did in the seventies. Pop culture atomized into many different groups and subcultures. New wave, new romantics, punks, mods, goths, emos, hip-hop, rap, and eventually acid house and rave—which symbolically broke music down into euphoric repetitive beats with little reference to song, substance or subtlety.
Everything was considered equally valid, equally worthy, equally saleable, yet completely disposable.
Pop music was a teenage rite of passage; an entertainment business that vied with rudimentary computers and video games for attention. The revolution was no longer about class war it, was televised concerts to raise money to feed the world and discussions about what kind of trainers to wear. There was nothing to fight for. Affluence was king, feigned poverty was chic (ripped jeans for $100), gangster culture fashionable, and existential angst labored under a ton of makeup and hairspray. The eighties were all about dressing up and having fun which is kinda borne out by these photographs of youngsters from the decade.
Does my hair look big in this?
It’s all about… me.
The pained look of teenage angst.
More teenage fashion victims (and a few fashion victors, too) after the jump…