Friday, August 07, 2009

Liquid Sky Fashion Show

When I was 11-12 years old, I wanted so desperately to be old enough to run away to New York City from the tiny, isolated midwestern town I grew up in. My older brother was bringing home copies of Interview (when they were large format on newsprint and Andy Warhol was at the helm), The Face and iD from the nearest source thirty miles away. I pored over every issue again and again and again. I wanted to go to Danceteria. I wanted Kenneth Cole high heels with commando rubber soles. I wanted to be even a smidge as cool as the punk models and finally decipher the whole "Buffalo Boy" thing. Liquid Sky was the only movie my brother had a copy of that he wouldn't let me watch. When I did see it, I was convinced that by the time I was 21 and I took off for NYC, it would be exactly like this, a new-wave / new romantic / punk club waiting for me.