The Forgotten 1950s Girl Gang
No idea if this photo set is already here somewhere…it likely is…but this is a bit rad…
full article here: http://www.messynessychic.com/2013/02/10/the-forgotten-1950s-girl-gang/
You might have heard of the Teddy Boys, a 1950s rebel youth subculture in Britain characterized by an unlikely style of dress inspired by Edwardian dandies fused with American rock’n roll. They formed gangs from East London to North Kensington and became high profile rebels in the media. But an important sub-subculture of the Teddy Boys, an unlikely female element, has remained all but invisible from historical records. Meet The Teddy Girls.
These are one of just a few known collections of documented photographs of the first British female youth culture ever to exist. In 1955, freelance photographer Ken Russell was introduced Josie Buchan, a Teddy Girl who introduced him to some of her friends. Russell photographed them and one other group in Notting Hill.
After his photographs were published in a small magazine in 1955, Russell’s photographs remained unseen for over half a century. He became a successful film director in the meantime. In 2005, his archive was rediscovered, and so were the Teddy Girls.
Russell remembers 14 year-old Teddy Girl, Jean Rayner: “She had attitude by the truckload. No one paid much attention to the teddy girls before I did them, though there was plenty on teddy boys. They were tough, these kids, they’d been born in the war years and food rationing only ended in about 1954 – a year before I took these pictures. They were proud. They knew their worth. They just wore what they wore.”
To understand the Teddy Girls style, we first have to go back to the boys culture. They emerged in England as post-war austerity was coming to an end and working class teenagers were able to afford good clothes and began to adopt the upper class Saville Row revival of dandy Edwardian fashion. By the mid 1950s, second-hand Edwardian suits were readily available on sale in markets as they had become unwearable by the upper-class once the Teddy Boys had started sporting them. The Teds, as they called themselves, wore long drape jackets, velvet collars, slim ties and began to pair the look with thick rubber-soled creeper shoes and the ‘greaser’ hairstyles of their American rock’n’roll idols.
Despite their overall gentlemanly style of dress (certainly compared to today), the Teddys were a teenage youth culture out to shock their parents’ generation, and quickly became associated with trouble by the media.
Teddy girls were mostly working class teens as well, but considered less interesting by the media who were more concerned with sensationalizing a violent working class youth culture. While Teddy boys were known for hanging around on street corners, looking for trouble, a young working class woman’s role at the time was still focused around the home.
But even with lower wages than the boys, Teddy girls would still dress up in their own drape jackets, rolled-up jeans, flat shoes, tailored jackets with velvet collars and put their feminine spin on the Teddy style with straw boater hats, brooches, espadrilles and elegant clutch bags. They would go to the cinema in groups and attend dances and concerts with the boys, collect rock’n’roll records and magazines. Together, they essentially cultivated the first market for teenage leisure in Britain.
In the end it was the troublesome reputation of the Teddy Boys that got the better of this youth subculture. Most of the violence and vandalism was exaggerated by the media, but there were notably a few gangs that chose a darker path.
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THAT WAS COOL
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I wish I wasn’t iPod
if you’re on ipod you just hold down the reblog button
wtf just happened??
You have countries with cities and places with long names. And then you have New Zealand
i see your new zealand and i add a wales
: Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch has 58 letters
New Zealand wins
I think both we Welsh, and the New Zealanders out there can unite in our love of sheep and our dislike of our closest national neighbours.
"The internet has developed this thing about me — and I’m not even a computer guy, you know? I don’t know why it is happening. I’m trying not to … lemme say this: I’m now of the mindset that, when in Rome, if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em."
I don’t understand how the only real objection I seem to be seeing online about the Robin Thicke song “Blurred Lines” is mainly focused around the video.
When the entire song reads as a sexual assault waiting to happen, filled with flimsy excuses like ‘The way you grab me, must wanna get nasty’, talking about the way she dresses as a way to know she’s up for it and the entire part about domesticating her because her nature is that of an animal, why are people even surprised that the video comes across as anything other than male wank fantasy.
The fact this song got to number 1 in my country says so much about the inherent blase approach to rape culture, that it actually makes me want to just give up on people altogether.
I don’t even want to touch the T.I. verse, but at least it’s not as rapey as the Thicke verses, despite it’s more vulgar approach. It’s more: If I had you, this is what I’d do to you, rather than, I look at you and know you want this attention. Congratulations T.I. on being the least insulting thing on this record.