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Instead, the youngsters move from fad to fad, called bumu (Japanese for boom). Last year it was retro bumu, which elevated the bulky, prosperous look of the 1950s to a new art form. Italian casual, inspired by Benetton, had its moment. So did leather jackets and vests for the Hell's Angels mode. And the prim little-girl look with button-up sweaters...
...Japan's postwar baby-boom generation. "The parents of today's teenagers," says Hayashi, "grew up in a more internationalized, more open Japan. They sang Beatles songs and dressed in Ivy League fashion. They have passed those ideas on to their kids." Little wonder that some favor the retro boom, based on a fascination with the 1950s, while others are enchanted with the 1960s. Vests and jeans, the preferred accoutrements of the '60s, are making a comeback. A funky boutique called the Chicago Thrift Shop not only offers Levi's jeans in both 501 and 505 models but also carries...
Where are the teenpix of yesterday? Gone with the demographic wind. As the U.S. movie audience ages toward thirtysomething, Hollywood has discarded the teen genre like so many Molly Ringwald paper dolls. What's left? Only caustic satire, as in the new black comedy Heathers, or retro fantasy, as in Sing...
...common. There is no serious risk that anyone would ever get their labels switched. Bikkembergs works out of a small, somewhat dilapidated studio, where he turns out a line of men's clothing that alternates between the sober gray severity of sweatsuit-style knitwear and the giddy excesses of retro-hippie sports clothes. Sybilla, who designs in a "dream house" atelier in Spain's sunny capital, makes mischievous, inventively styled fashions for women that work from no fixed stylistic compass...
...American retro-decade that filches its economic policies from the 1920s, its deco furniture from the '30s, its favorite movies from the '40s, its short haircuts from the '50s, its dirty- dancing music from the '60s and its galloping egotism from the '70s, why shouldn't the flashiest tour in Los Angeles mix camp nostalgia with giddy grave robbing? And why shouldn't a necromantic like Greg Smith, Grave Line's ! "director of undertakings" and occasional tour guide, make some clean money washing his Forest Lawndry in public? Grave Line is a haunt and a howl for children...