Punk's Not Dead
Punk's Not Dead
It's Just Sleeping
Tartan is an inherent part of being Scottish. It's everywhere. When I was growing up every kid had a kilt. It was just part of being a child in Scotland. I of course hated mine. It was too warm and it was itchy. It was only when I became a punk that I grew to love the kilt. Tartan was no longer just synonymous with Scotland but an amazing subculture that I felt I really fitted into being a teen from a very working class family in a working class town in Thatcher's Britain. The problems The Iron Lady created for families like mine were understandable even to someone as young as me and it made me feel angry and powerless and punk spoke to that feeling of frustration. Suddenly the kilt had a whole new meaning to me that I could get behind.
You couldn't buy mini kilts back then but luckily I fitted into a 7-8 years old's kilt which was suitably short. I wore it with a holey striped mohair jumper, fishnets and Doc Marten's with tartan laces. At that time I didn't have a fringe, just long black hair which I wore in a high dominatrix style ponytail.
It's not a look I really visit these days though as I don't own anything tartan excpt one thing - a dress Dust created for me a few years ago. The dress was beautiful but I was never keen on the top part of it so it sat in the wardrobe unworn. Rather than waste the money I had spent on it, I decided to have it turned into a skirt instead. So Dust set about reinventing it for me and when it arrived last week I knew exactly what needed to be done - it needed to be part of a punk setting.
I paired it with my Ann Demeulemeester striped jumper for a more luxurious, grown up take on my youthful punk aesthetic.