So perhaps it's old news (54 years past if you must know) but for several years now I've been coming back to Ken Russell's photo essay of London's East End Teddy Girls. Working in factories and offices by necessity. Scheming and stitching their wardrobes by desire. Ending up at milk bars nodding to music in their pencil skirts, rolled-up jeans, flat shoes and tailored jackets with velvet collars. Essentially, I'm a little bit in love with the wonderful adrogyny of it all.
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