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Club kids
Fashion Synopsis
“Ladies with an attitude,
Fellows that were in the mood,
Don't just stand there, let's get to it,
Strike a pose, there's nothing to it,
Vogue…”
Madonna’s ode to the glamorous, “Vogue” brought the wild fantasy life of the nightclub scene to a generation that missed the decadent decade of disco. A new scene rose from the ashes of Studio 54, clubs like NY’s Limelight stole the spotlight, and thanks to Madonna, club kids became a commodity.
Club kids were outlandish creatures of the night, living for their moment of adoration once they stepped inside the pulsating netherworld of the dance club. Club kids were commonly fashion design or art students, or street kids who excelled at personal expression and lived for their nightly romps of stardom. Not since the glam rock hoopla of the 60’s and early 70’s had fashion been such a circus and impetus for a nightlife.
The only rule to being a club kid was to never be plain. Dullness was death. Nothing was exempt from the theatrics of the club scene: candy-colored wigs, rainbow glitter eyelashes, foot high platforms, and see-through vinyl clothes were worn by both boys and girls. The more outrageous you got, the more attention bestowed upon the genius of your design. Countless hours were spent creating outfits for the weekend, from anything found in the garbage, to hijacking vintage Puccis from Mom’s closet and hacking them up to make a one-of-a-kind creation.
These young dance club devotees became celebrities, making appearances on talk shows or headlining the clubs like regular performers—except all they had to do was show up as their own fabulous selves. They were as much the attraction as the music, and these kids finally got to soak up their 15 minutes of fame the biggest style monger of the century, Andy Warhol, promised them.
Perhaps Madonna, the original club kid, said it best:
“All you need is your own imagination,
So use it that's what it's for.
Go inside, for your finest inspiration,
Your dreams will open the door.
Vogue…”