{"id":29727,"date":"2015-07-09T20:35:38","date_gmt":"2015-07-10T00:35:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wendybrandes.com\/blog\/?p=29727"},"modified":"2015-07-09T20:35:38","modified_gmt":"2015-07-10T00:35:38","slug":"throwback-thursday-blonde-bangs-in-1983","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.wendybrandes.com\/blog\/2015\/07\/throwback-thursday-blonde-bangs-in-1983\/","title":{"rendered":"Throwback Thursday: Blonde Bangs in 1983"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’ve discovered yet more photos from my 1983 school trip to Hailsham, England<\/a>. Here’s a good before-and-after pairing. The photo on the left was taken before our departure. It looks like I’ve got on the same head-to-toe outfit I wore here<\/a>: hot pink Izod shirt, pleated jeans and those appalling Capezio jazz shoes<\/a>.\u00a0 The photo on the right was taken at a party shortly before I returned home. I think we were in England about a month, so I had time to make some personal improvements. As you can see, I bleached my bangs.<\/p>\n

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I’m wearing the same Izod shirt on the right; the photo is very faded.<\/p><\/div>\n

That was most likely inspired by John Taylor, the bassist from Duran Duran, with whom I was very madly in love.<\/p>\n

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Unfortunately, the hair didn’t make me as beautiful as John T. He was something else! Click for photo source.<\/p><\/div>\n

I also got my left ear — just the left — pierced a second time while I was away. My mother, BarbaraB, was appalled by these changes, convinced that blonde bangs and a double piercing were the signs of a delinquent in the making. By the way, I was 15 at the time and this was as wild as I got, except for the night before we flew home from England, when I accidentally became very drunk on hard cider. (It was cider! Who knew?!) Yep, I came back to scenic Mahwah, N.J., as a cider-drinking, pink-Izod-wearing, partially bleached and overly pierced menace to society.<\/p>\n

I maintained the blonde bangs to varying degrees for two years, right through to my high-school graduation<\/a>. Sometimes I had just a touch of blonde in the front, but the “rattail” I grew always stayed nearly platinum<\/a>. BarbaraB was very unhappy with that ‘do. See? She was right. Blonde bangs were the gateway drug to a blonde tail. OH, THE HUMANITY!<\/p>\n

Looking back at these photos, I’m most amazed by how much pink I wore. I remember being mad for neon pink<\/a>, but clearly I liked all kinds of pink. If I recall correctly, the top pictured below — which I was wearing when I flew home — was light pink net, and I had purchased it in England. (I still like a net piece<\/a>.)<\/p>\n

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I wasn’t crying here, as far as I know. My father took this candid photo in the airport when I came home and I think I’m just looking down.<\/p><\/div>\n

I also got a Duran Duran sweatshirt in pink<\/a> while I was traveling. Another important investment was dark, skintight jeans, which I was wearing in the photo above. I’m pretty sure I alternated between those English jeans and ankle-zip Guess jeans for the rest of high school.<\/p>\n

Bonus sighting: Go back to the first blonde-bangs photo, and you can see that the guy in back of me, who was DJ-ing our little party, was holding a vinyl 45<\/a>. It looks like all his other records are singles too. I do believe he had a professional-style double turntable. Otherwise, imagine the dead air you’d have between songs while trying to swap out those little disks! <\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I’ve discovered yet more photos from my 1983 school trip to Hailsham, England. Here’s a good before-and-after pairing. The photo on the left was taken before our departure. It looks like I’ve got on the same head-to-toe outfit I wore here: hot pink Izod shirt, pleated jeans and those appalling Capezio jazz shoes.\u00a0 The photo…<\/p>\n

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