Get skinned.

The British tend to have the best subcultures, as S pointed out with the Teddy Boys. But let’s talk about who came after; my personal favorite subcultures of all time. I’m talking Mods, and traditional skinheads.


The Mods came first in the early 1960’s, and were a movement of middle-class youth obsessed with Vespa scooters, and looking sharp as all get-out. They craved mod bands (The Who, Herman’s Hermits) and Motown music, and experimented with all kinds of drugs at Carnaby Street parties you would not be let into with your sweatpants. 

Pictured: un-sweatpants.

Sworn enemies of rockabilly-obsessed Rockers, who rode cafe’ racers, they brawled and partied in perfectly cut suits, military surplus fishtail parkas, nice shoes, and bright colored everything for the ladies and men. Co-opt their swag with abandon.

Now let’s move on to scarier motherfuckers. The Skinheads. I’m not talking Nazis here: the vast majority of original skinheads, and many today, were and are anti-racist and apolitical. Just go to CityPages and look up “Skinheads at Forty” for the Minneapolis scene.

Excuse me while I leave the alley and never come back.

Cuffed jeans, Harrington jackets, military surplus, Fred Perry button downs, and braces. These are the ingredients of a working-class skin. They got big after the Mods, taking inspiration from them and the Jamaican rude boys/girls in both their style and what-of-it attitude. 

Doc Martens got big because of skins, especially oxblood-colored originals. If you see a modern skin with red boot laces (and Nazi ink, or even an anti-racist one) he’s shed blood for the movement - do not put red laces on boots. Also, skinhead women:

Please, if you know women like these, tell me where they are. Or if you are one, don’t you dare change. - Dr. J

(P.S.: Necklace of Nazi teeth good idea, but not required for admittance.)

The Beginning.

Hey denizens of Tumblr - welcome to my humble blog (one of them). You can also find me at The Scot-torialist where I blog Macalester and Twin Cities fashion with my co-writer and fellow lunatic “S.”.

For the 500 days starting on June 18th, 2012, I’ll be scrambling through an album on Rolling Stone’s Top 500 of all time, so that you don’t have to waste money on a magazine where they reveal the winner on Page 3 and you sit through a dry foreword by Elton John.

I wasn’t raised on classic rock or soul - Mom and Dad tried to expose me to different musical styles and such. But as my parents grew up in NYC on all kinds of soul and Latin music, and were young and cool during the disco era, I did not grow up remembering much of childhood but adult alternative stations, disco, and Latin music, with Frank Sinatra and country mixed in (Mom and Dad, respectively).

Why am I sharing this? Because I want to give my honest, unpopular opinion on any album that may come up in the 500. Even if it’s considered the most important ever (I’m looking at you, surviving Beatles). So hate me, flame me on Facebook, whatever. But I hope you want to join me.

WATCH OUT PLEASE. New meat coming through.

I am the new girl, although I’m not just passing through. My name is Kate (although from here on out I’ll be known as K) and I hail from the hot-as-heck underbelly of the United States: Tucson, Arizona. For the next couple years I’ll be joining this blog to bring you more fashion Dos and DON'Ts, good fashion photography from the streets of MSP,  hopefully some DIY projects, and whatever else S and J will let me post.

I grew up north of Chicago Illinois which is really where the deep roots of my appreciation for fashion began. I lived in a rather affluent town (I, however, wasn’t one of the Tiffany & Co.-wearing-10-year-olds) but all around me were beautiful people whose parents had money up the butt. Everyone dressed like they were living in a Ralph Lauren catalogue, complete with sailboats and pool-houses and purebred dogs that probably costed more than my car. While I love a lot of the international style out there (Western Europe has got it going on), I would still die to live in a Ralph Lauren (or more realistically, J. Crew) Catalogue. Then I moved to Arizona, but I’ll talk about that a little later. 

My greatest inspiration and fashion icon is Jacqueline Kennedy (no, not Onassis- I’m particularly fond of her White House wardrobe). She took simple and elegant to a whole new level and wore clothing that a lot of women could pull off. I mean come on, find one gal who doesn’t look great in an A-line skirt. The wool and silk dresses were to die for and they were, for the most part, garments that you could dress up, or dress down. 

Back to Arizona. In 5th grade I moved to Tucson, Arizona courtesy of my mother’s new job, and I was not thrilled. I did however decide to make the most of my new room and my dad and I painted a giant (probably 15 feet tall) mural of a high-heeled shoe. Then I started collecting “shoe things” and I decided I wanted to be the kind of girl who owned a lot of shoes. Now, I realize this sounds like an extremely shallow goal, but I have plenty of other goals to help the world.  Today, I have become that girl. I still don’t own as many different pairs of shoes as I know I will someday, but I love shoes a lot. Just last week, preparing for my move to Minnesota, I bought a pair of black flats from Aldo, some “sahara” Sperrys, and some beautiful, glossy black Hunter wellington boots. 

Tucson is a relatively hip (and by hip, I mean full of hipsters) town. There is a great music scene, we have enough people to attract some fabulous stores (we have TWO H&Ms now), but also Urban Outfitters, American Apparel, Anthropologie, and some of the regulars like J. Crew, American Eagle, Banana Republic, Gap, Pac Sun, and Forever 21 (these are the 10 stores where I buy most of my clothing- in no particular order).  I also do a lot of vintage and second hand shopping at local stores. I will tell you now, I spend a lot of money on clothing and shoes, but about 85% of the time, I’m not paying full price because I am really good at shopping.

Because of my love of fashion, when I was in high school I got involved in the little fashion industry that exists in Tucson. I started taking sewing and design classes from a local designer named Liz (who ended up starting Tucson Fashion Week). After a while I got to show in the Youth night of TFW, which I did two years in a row. I’ll probably post pictures of some of my pieces later on. In addition to sewing for these events, I made my prom dress all three years I went (somehow my little sophomore self got invited), which probably contributed to my love of design and my appreciation for couture. For now I don’t have a lot of time doing the design process from start to finish (drawing, pattern-making, cutting, pinning, sewing, finishing) which leaves me to alter pieces I already have. I’ve definitely done some fun DIY projects because of these limitations. 

This post is getting long. I’m sure you all will get to know me through my posts in the future. I’ll leave you with some pictures of what I wore on the plane yesterday. 



Read about us in the Weekly! A shoutout to them for including us in their article.

Also, we’re starting to ask people to pose starting this week, and will be interviewing people that don’t fit, as S said, the typical body type that gets featured in style sections. As well as some people who do but have a flair of their own.

Also, starting tomorrow we’re rolling out some smaller projects, like how to upgrade from the typical Mac look into something a little more distinguished, and how to dress for class. Later! ~J

Did you miss us?

Well, that’s okay. Because we’re back. Or at least I am. Look for me out on the campus or in the streets and strut your stuff, even if it’s sweatpants. - J

Reputable Status Achieved.

So at the Christmas Candlelight Service – the thing that probably looked like a large funeral from the other side of campus – we spotted Judith in this number although unfortunately a phone was all we had to take pictures with. 

I have to say I like this because it’s so different than what other people here are willing to pull off – some groups think that more is more when it comes to skin, and this is the antithesis. The plaid boarding jumper is the prep-school root of what would later turn into harajuku when it got a shot of neon and crazy. With the brown leather boots, it’s way more appropriate for the winter than legging-pants or cotton sweats. Judith isn’t afraid to dress for class, or to stylishly leave things to the imagination, and it’s refreshing. ~ J

I love that bow! This outfit would look great with a colorful, low heel, but considering how nasty and slushy it’s been outside, it’s totally forgivable. I also love that this jumper isn’t belted. Recently trends have been moving toward loose and flowing garb and I honestly really like that aesthetic. 

Admittedly, I’ve been wearing an old pair of brown vintage Doc Martens that I swiped from my sister. They’re great snow/ice boots but I look like I’m ready to jump into urban warfare 24/7 (and believe me, I am). ~S

J On the Street - NYC Snippets

Yo. Hope you’ve enjoyed this shit up till now, especially with my thrilling commentary. Here’s some chaff, before outtakes and the heroes of my NYC trip.

I like bright colors. And blondes in Rockefeller Plaza . And creepshots.

Fact: Hip Asians are more hip than hip people of any other ethnic group.

I’m on a carriage. 

J On the Street - NYC S.S. (Sidewalk Strut)

Everything just works in this, and I must stress that light colors and vibrant colors look awesome if you’re a person of color. Go for the pink shirt next time.

I think these first pictures show that professional clothing doesn’t have to make you look like a drone in burlap.

These ladies were speaking Dutch as they re-joined in Central Park. Another example of tourists taking the local t-shirt and jeans and stepping it up a notch.

J On the Street - NYC A.P.S. (Attractive People Sitting)

I had a perfectly symmetrical photo of this pair, but alas, I was too far away for clarity. So I settled for this one. It needs no comment.

These ladies were chillin’ at Rockefeller. I took notice of the girl on the right, who manages a lot of jewelry in the summer without looking like a Hyannis transport. And her friend has a chest window in her shirt. weet.

A trifecta of cute, burnt by the sun and fresh out of Montreal, as I learned when the one with the camera counter-photoed me.

J On the Street - NYC Part Deux

I bet even his toilet seat is polished, water-cured mahogany. He’s going classic on the suiting with all-black everything. And a briefcase makes you look heroic.

The luggage says loudly: “I AM A EUROTOURIST, looking for deals”, but that’s not a bad thing. She dresses better than half the locals, and certainly the American tourists.

If Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band reunited with an all-female lineup, I’d be disappointed if they didn’t wear these. Taken outside the Today Show.


I will wrestle the woman in the last picture to the ground for those Litas.


Creepshotting - NYC edition.

So yes, the photo quality is total crap, which comes from being a bad blogger and not bringing a camera everywhere. I saw these two ladies on an outing into New York City for some frustrating shopping (Uniqlo isn’t made for short, stocky dudes). Also awkwardly passed that day? Two Mac students, with whom I exchanged horrified glances. In a city of millions, you still can’t escape.

I like this photo particularly, as when you look down the middle, you see the blurry image of a typical tourist couple, swathed in 100% slightly off-white cotton. This was my chance as a New Yorker to be a snob about tourists But when I said hello to our subjects, I found out they are actually from Colorado.


This is how you dress for NYC, or any other cool city for that matter. Keep it simple, and look like you haven’t totally given up.