If I were to have a bullet-ed list of things that at one
point in my life I never thought I’d like in a thousand years*, but now, as a reasonable adult, actually enjoy, clothing from
the 1970s would rank top three at the very least. When I was a dumbass teenager
and obstinate about what was not cool, I hated seventies fashion. I mean, I
did live through the nineties and the awful resurgence, much as I am currently
struggling to wade through the 90s revival mom jeans trend, but that is not an
excuse for me looking past what is now one of my favorite aesthetics: disco
deco. In the 1970s, the 1930s Art Deco glamor came back- first subtly, then with a vengeance and a glittery, spandex-y aftertaste. And
that is an aftertaste I’m unreasonably excited about. Sure, it was ridiculous,
but so much of the culture of that time was ridiculous. I think the 1970s in
America were a very interesting and socially conflicting time (much like the 1930s) and the fact that disco
came out of that only to promptly self
destruct a year later is just the cherry on top. People always need an escape, and if
doing blow off a balcony while wearing a man’s tuxedo jacket and underwear is an
option, might as well.
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| Can't be a 70s post without Jerry Hall |
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Historical Costume: 1970s pinterest board!
*Right after rap music and lamb.
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