It has been a bad week for disco: Robin Gibb, one of the Bee Gees, and ‘disco queen’ Donna Summer passed away.
Reluctantly, I have to admit I was neither punk nor disco, yet more into John Travolta than Johnny Rotten from the Sex Pistols. At the same time I nursed a secret love for Blondie (Deborah Harry).
So there I am on the dance floor impersonating John Travolta, dressed, typically, in black corduroy trousers with front pleats, a shirt with a long pointed collar. With this outfit I sported a very large pair of glasses. These made me look like a young Elton John, which didn’t help if I wanted to be Blondie’s friend.
When I look at the pictures I feel embarrassed in retrospect. It was without doubt the worst period in fashion history, and that includes the period of the cave-dwellers.
Read Arnold’s advice to today’s teenagers.