Friday, February 17, 2012
I blame Adam Ant
I have a confession to make. It is one that only a few people in my life know, but sometimes confession is good for the soul. Okay. Here goes. I love knee boots, leather britches and white puffy shirts. No, not on me, on men.
I think my affinity for this particular outfit began when I was just a little girl and I watched all those black and white films of Errol Flynn and Tyrone Powers. They were swashbucklers and princes, and I loved every minute of those movies. I can still see Flynn, his rapier in one hand, the other raised above his head, as he forced his foe down a flight of stairs.
As I grew up, it seemed there was a movement in music where the musicians brought to the forefront the New Romantic Movement. There was Flock of Seagulls, Depeche Mode, Soft Cell, Spandau Ballet and lets us not forget - Duran Duran. Nick Rhodes always dressed the coolest though my crush was Simon LeBon.
But at the top of my list of New Romantics, the man who made being a pirate in the 20th Century truly sexy, was Adam Ant. He could prance around in knee boots better than an man I know, except maybe Johnny Depp.
Adam Ant was the first concert I ever went to. 1984 The Strip Tour. It was awesome. He was awesome. Knee boots and puffy shirts - still awesome.
(Click photo to see Adam Ant - Strip video)