I am a child of the sixties.
I have always loved the styles.
When as a teenager I first started choosing clothes and dressing up, I went mod. Cream-coloured charity shop kitten-heel slingbacks. Black & white dogstooth print mini skirt. Pale tights. Sky blue bri-nylon short sleeve sweater. Long earrings. My mum’s green suede car coat (which I still have).
Or a California surf chick.
I remember thoroughly resenting being born too late to participate in all that fabulousness. The suburban seventies just weren’t as glamorous.
I don’t think I have moved on all that much really.
So this is a tribute to all those sixties girls and their abiding beauty and their abiding cool.
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