Retro-Charlady
You’ve seen em sat there in posh eateries tapping away at their i-Twats wearing dishcloths on their swedes, talking in that generic gravelly posh bird voice to their pals on their 5G phones as they pick at a plate of foraged dandelion with dog piss dressing. Looking like Hilda ogden or your nanna’s cleaner back in the 70s is just soooooo now y’get me? Bleieve me girls you don’t look like a Cath Kidson 50s glammed up hausfrau or a Burlesque on her brew break but someone with too much time and money on their hands.
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Casey Jones Clones
These cats are big on very expensive denim workwear items imported direct from small labels in the Catskills or the Appalichian mountains where Hillbilly Chic is a way of life. They will work in one of two areas; the media or ‘the creative industries’ and sit flicking nonchalently through the pages of Monocle or The Creative Review whislt pretending not to notice people laughing at them in their welder’s gloves.
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George V Wannabes
A well trimmed full beard, a smart, aristocratic aloofness and a overbearing sense of entitlement are only three of the things that earmark a jumped up fuckwit from a three bedroom suburban semi into believing that he’s somehow tapping into the traiditional values of classic Jimmy Savile Row tailoring and etiquette. He’s not, he’s just posturing for the sake of a monumental ego.
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Dayglo Daisy Age B-Folk
Like Three Feet & Rising Never Went Away, da yoot have gone back to Native Tongues style dayglo and proto-B Boy fashions because well, everything’s up for a revival isn’t it? No doubt the Salt n’ Pepa look will come back along with Security of the First World camp paramilitary dance steps (Strictly Come Black Power Squarebashing?), African pendants and ‘conscious’ lyrics about the Nation of 5% and er, Potholes In Their Lawns.
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