|Weekend, Part 1 of 2
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
On Saturday, we went to a birthday party. A thirtieth birthday party, in Shoreditch. A birthday party for which we were ordered to dress as Hoxton Wankers.
I think we succeeded.
Birthday Boy Alex, Flatmate Dan, Me
(Click on the Worst Picture Ever if you dare to brave the wigs, the headbands, and the sunglasses at night.)
Okay, I understand that those are supposed to be the worst clothes, accessories, and hairstyles ever. They're quite close. Except that my first reaction was, "Hey, that looks like every Olympia party I've ever been to. Are these photos from the Brotherhood or something?"
Ahaha. Some of those pieces of clothing are my favorites. I love that pink ruffled top, the black miniskirt and the black knee socks. But put them together and add in the camouflage tights, the hat and that vest-jacket and, ooh, ugly. The line between hip and horrible is very thin.
I can't decide which is my favorite. They're all so wonderfully bad.
Thats awesome! I'm assuming a hoxton wanker is the same as a shoreditch twat?
I don't know what either of those are, so are they equivalent to sorostitutes? It actually looks like the bastard child of a sorostitute and an emo kid.
I think they're unlikely to know what a sorostitute is in these parts. A sorostitute is closer to a slapper
than a Shoreditch twat or a Hoxton wanker. The latter are artier and more pretentious. From the invite:
"The theme for the day is Hoxton wanker/trendy (depending on your viewpoint), so we expect lots of Jarvis Cockers, Tracey Emins, Damien Hirsts et al."
a Guardian article on the subject of Hoxton. Excerpt below.
Any self-respecting fashionable London postcode develops a uniform, and Hoxton was no exception. For men, vintage Levi jeans from Japan or San Francisco were paired with T-shirts bearing the names of increasingly obscure record labels. For girls, Hoxton meant Blondie T-shirts, "ironic" plastic jewellery, pixie ankle boots and kooky prints from Eley Kishimoto. The Hoxton-girl look was deliberately trashy, a backlash against the Portobello princesses in their grandmothers' beaded cashmere cardis; and Hoxton, with its pound shops and back-of-a-lorry Vuitton knock-offs, was the perfect home for it. In the hands of local designers House of Jazz, the look reached the catwalk; soon it was being reproduced at Topshop. As Ross Clarke, Shoreditch club promoter and DJ, puts it, "I remember seeing people in the Showrooms in 1997 and thinking, 'You look really stupid.' Now people dress like that all over London."
Looks like you had fun. I especially like the last one.
I never would have thought that deliberately dressing badly could be liberating, but it was. Heh.
The last one was one of those shots at the bus stop after midnight. Tired and just starting to feel the cold as the dancing-and-beer jackets wore off.
2006-02-26 23:05 (UTC)
I think I had that haircut freshman year of high school.
A la Adam Sandler in The Wedding Singer. Oh yeah.
hahaha, fantastic! i love that last picture of you :)
Hehe, we were all sleepy at the bus stop.
Ya'll seem to be enjoying the Hoxton Wanker way...
too much? *L*
There's something to be said for dressing like a complete twat and just being like, "What?!" at people. :-P
Nothing says "Do me, I'm a sack of hot sex" quite like a mullet.
Ok, flat out? You're all adorable. *wants to hug the room*
Aw, thank you. We're all very silly.
I get it - like people from Silverlake (LA)! : )
hoxton wankers would be a great name for a band
Yes! Very good comparison, that didn't occur to me.
It does have a certain ring to it. I'm surprised it isn't a band name already.
Sooo funny! Is this in the same vein as a white trash party? Or are Hoxton Wankers rich kids trying to look poor? It is quite alarming how fast your wardrobe can go from chic to shit with one or two poorly aimed accessories!
Or are Hoxton Wankers rich kids trying to look poor?
Bingo! It's kind of a sad sort of rebellion. Like, "I could shop at Selfridges and Harrods but instead I go to the stalls at Camden Market."