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More of that pseudo military garb. Made to my design!!! (The label says Ebony because the jacket was actually made by John Kay of Ebony, a store right in the heart of London's West End.) At that time--the New-Romantic early 80s--Ebony was the store for a nouveau hipster like me. At the height of Duran-mania in England, I had to be escorted away from the store in a Black Maria (euphemism for a Paddy Wagon), one Saturday afternoon--such was the crowd of young people who had gathered outside the South Molton Street shop to watch me try on a pair of trousers. |
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Westwood velvet jacket and frilly shirt, circa '92--though it harkens
back to our ruffly, early 80s, New Romantic gear. The frilly shirt
is wholly beautiful and undoubtedly a work of art--and very close
to this season's Comme de Garcon (of which the fashion world are
raving). But its too-long sleeves make it an uncorfortable and entirely
unwearable item. It sits atop a mannequin in my living room.
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Ever
since I was ten or eleven I've loved military uniforms, especially
ones reminiscent of the Napoleonic and Second World wars. Here are
two bolero jackets and vest combinations that I talked Anthony Price
into designing for the tour. The fringes added a touch of camp.
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The
red silk Antony Price suit is a favorite. When we first signed to
EMI, Perry Haines--a young go-getter styliste and founder of the
fledgling ID Magazine--took the five of us to Plaza, the Antony
Price-owned store on London's Kings Road that was immortalized by
Bryan Ferry in his song, "Trash." A love affair began that day between
Duran Duran and Antony's exotic suits. (Nick would eventually go
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I have always loved kilts, it takes a different kind of bottle for a fella to wear one. I have several different tartan kinds, but this plain one is my favourite. Steve Jones and I would both wear 'em at Neurotic Outsiders shows and you can guess who didn't wear underwear... The shirts are by Westwood. Warren and I loved the stretchy fabric and the penny-round collar. Had one in primrose yellow, got left behind at a hotel in Germany. Boy, the clothes that I have left behind.
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Silver
Leather pants. Ever since Iggy Pop wore his on the cover of 1972's
Raw Power I and countless other wannabe rockers have nurtured a
desire to come out in the silver leathers. Mine were made and worn
for the second leg of the '89 tour. I must have been anorexic: I
can hardly get one leg inside 'em today.
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At
one point, like a hidden hoard of Gauguins, I had all five leather
"Wild Boys" jackets in my closet. Where are they now? Sigh...all
I have left are these pants, perhaps the heaviest pair of trousers
I ever owned. (I did only wear them once...) The red silk sash was
my attempt to soften an otherwise extremely and unusually macho
band look. When "Wild Boys" was about to be released, Nick and I
sat and dictated a number of suggested headlines for the press.
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