My personal style has naturally developed and organically grown. I’ve always had a rooted connection with fashion, I have a keen eye for clothing and accessories and I gain fulfilment in putting things together. My mastered look is entirely thought out yet effortless in comparison to my younger years, you begin to learn what is right and wrong, what defines you and what you are comfortable presenting yourself in. Although I would never categorise my previously disestablished look as fashion victim I have more than certainly committed a fair few petty fashion crimes.
My siglo (signature look) is androgynous in reference and subtly intertwines femininity with a masculine edge, I suit monochrome and simple silhouettes and sprint rapidly away from too many frills or clashing prints. Fabrics such as leather, velvet, patent and PVC hang at home in my wardrobe next to cotton t-shits, oversized plaid, denim shirts, fishnet and vintage pieces. I hate fuss and rarely shop instead refreshing my basics with stand out pieces I’ve collected from my teens. I dream of shoes and coats and store them in abundance but my true love lies in accessories and I find it utterly impossible to leave the house without a chunky buckle belt and giant hoop earrings. My inspiration creeps in from the past and I’m drawn entirely towards previous British subcultures such as Skin Heads, Punks, Teddy Boys and Goths and they jigsaw together my everyday look, a look I’ve honed and developed for many years, documenting my fashion story along the way. In thought I hope to inspire one little lady (my daughter Ruby) with my photographs and tales of my progressive style journey in the same way my own Mum inspired me.
You have either got it or you don’t, and Janyce Scanlan has certainly got it, a wave of importance, a flood of sophistication and a perfectly manicured million dollar look. She eludes grace, gives out style and easily keeps up with the latest mode. My earliest childhood memories are that of sitting on my parents bed, my sister Hayley at my side. Two little girls captivated by their mother, skilfully applying make up for a night out, asking questions of application, trying lipstick, clip on earrings and wrapping themselves in wonderfully scented silk scarves. I’d have hours of fun looking through her bag collection or prancing in her shoes and it was highly common in our household for my big sister and I to play dress up in her stylish accoutrements. Janyce has a glamorous way of bringing things together, an eye for finer detail and a unique manner in bringing style into everything she does. It’s little wonder her five daughters have chosen creative paths and she has allowed entirely her girls to develop individuality and has picked out along the way pieces that suit each daughter with ease and encouragement of developing their own unique look.
Having grown up in the 1980s and watching my mum dress up in a desirable yet classically 80’s look it’s to no avail I’m instantly drawn to the movers and shakers of that fashionably wild era. Grace Jones’s silhouette, Debbie Harry’s subtle sexiness and Madonna’s youth and exploration. Vibrant colours, Perspex and rubber costume jewellery, high blushed cheekbones, shoulder pads, pointed stilettos and print after eye watering print. Who was behind the looks of these three magnetic icons? Who revolutionised the art and fashion scene of the 1980’s? Who is still creating a fashion buzz and stylish flare over 35 years later?
From the late 70’s right up to the present. From Fiorucci to Marc Jacobs – and from Madonna to Grace Jones, via Basquiat, Warhol and Keith Haring – Maripol has exerted a huge influence on fashion, photography and art for nearly 40 years. Born in France but based in New York since the 1970’s. Maripol is renowned for her work styling and photographing iconic figures in the 1980’s art scene. She disco-ed the night away at Studio 54, hung out at Max’s Kansas City, stopped by Warhol’s Factory, befriended Fab 5 Freddy and was neighbours with Kid Creole and the Coconuts.
Maripol worked as a model and stylist, famously styling Debbie Harry and Blondie on the album cover shoot for Parallel Lines as well as working alongside Grace Jones and Cher. She briefly held the title art director for Italian fashion house Fiorucci and in 1979 she’d founded Maripolitan Popular Objects, an accessories label that specialised in rubber bracelets, cross earrings and other religious iconography. Drowned in pearls, white lace, crimped tresses and layers of silver bracelets, Madonna and her debut album ‘Like a Virgin’ was touched by the Maipol magic which sparked a partnership and friendship as the unforgettable look sent waves of excitement around the fashion world, creating an image emulated for the 80’s and beyond.
In Dundee right now at the DCA you can divulge in Maripol’s personal documentation of this prolific decade and more as she shares with us her Polaroid photography, film and costumes that are steeped in glamour and ooze New York coolness. The exhibition is the early eighties personified and I loved it!
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody’s fly
DJ’s spinning I said my, my
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sais pas, Flashe no deux
And you don’t stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and you drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he’s got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you’re in the man from Mars
You go out at night, eatin’ cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercuries and Subarus
And you don’t stop, you keep on eatin’ cars
Then, when there’s no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don’t move too slow, ’cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars, he’s eatin’ bars
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
He’s gonna eat ’em all
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour, through the sewer
Don’t strain your brain, paint a train
You’ll be singin’ in the rain
I said don’t stop, do punk rock
Long Live the VEF and Maripol the Polaroid FASHUUUUN QUEEN!