Hippie idealism was dead. Glam rock had turned plastic.
430 King's Road, SEX.
The boutique by Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood, was a time bomb with Jordan’s power and look behind the counter.
Through the fog, she appeared.
Jordan Mooney, but just Jordan on King’s Road. No last name needed.
The Sex Pistols emerged...
...wearing leather straps and harnesses on belts like post-apocalyptic soldiers.
Punk joined the center stage.
Joining the scene as acts of war against the societial push for obedience.
Punk exploded across the world.
Belts, buckles, and harnesses. First London, then everywhere.
Today, the legacy of Jordan and Punk's Bondage Revolution burns bright.
Every harness and buckle on the runway. Every teen in a ripped tee that feels like unseen.
They're all products of punk proved fashion could say.
They're all products of punk proved fashion could say.