Prince charming comes dressed up as a front man. That’s the aim of the seek of glory trough out the unknown. A stage to perform at, in a dark and bloody smoky atmosphere of the hell’s living room. Pump up with a confidence to look forward by betting on the newest side of appearance. A way to show up self expression, without plans, without following, just yelling your way of looking, your way of acting. A lesson of change to prove the polyhedric side of fashion. A fashion that can be seen by any and absorbed by few. A place to feel home for people called leaders, icons and quick, lovers of attitude, demonstrations of avangarde, still too new to be called past….
That is what it was used to be called CBGB, a definitely known punk rock club in New York, where bands like The Ramones, The Talking Heads, Blondie, The Police, The Shirts and Patti Smith came up as strangers, to explode their unconventional side of fashion and music as naïve characters. A group of individuality, with confidence to look forward, that’s what it was seek by CBGB’s crew…They do not bother about high technical qualities, they do want a kind of self expression, in your own way, what so ever it might be! Appeal and figure was the point, to watch at and catch the differences between what was there and what was out of there…noises and rumors in the seventies and ahead, where all about the scene of change, and CBGB was offering a huge revolution on its side…. Misogynistic looks, made up of rather a skinny or a cargo pants, matched with blazers and tees for Patty Smith. Powerful colours and sex appeals for Blondie, with the magical used of textures, moving from the synthetic woof to spandex and lurex body cut shapes. The unisex pleasure of damage something to call your own. That is for The Ramones, with their sleeveless ripped tshirts, as well as The Talking Heads with their nostalgic approach to classical used of fashion in such a silent way. A live as a street window for creativity and passion, a precious talent scouting, miserably ended with the death of its daddycool Hilly Kristal in 2007, before he could move to Las Vegas, where he wanted to found the new CBGB. Everything is stuck in New York, at Bowery, where CBGB used to be at, in a clothes’ shop, who has inherit the whole thing built up since 1973. A gifted stage view where craves and fame were constantly performing in a duo of voice and attitude. Items and not just clothes, ripped pieces and anarchic colours to launch towards people. The thing is, what to wear and how to wear it….guess what, they are probably going to be the unique uncatchable trend….sorry man!