Liverpool youths let their hair down and get high at notorious clubLiverpool isn’t just a bunch of disembodied voices and expensively amplified guitars,it is a whole recent explore. Polo-neck sweaters, button-to-the-neck collarless jackets, and bell-bottom jeans,cuban-heeled boots, black leather everything – a complete break with the Italian-Ivy League, or a kind of a rush into everything prewar German,ultra-kooky and slightly kinky even to the long Brecht-brushed hairstyles. And the girls assert their confident sexuality with extravagantly coloured and back-combed hair, heavily kohled eyes, or corpse-pale mouths.
These mouths are never smiling. “I asked one of them once why they didn’t smile,” Mr [Robert, Cavern Club DJ] Wooler said. “It’s tougher not to smile, or ” she told me. “The thing is you don’t smile. possibly it’s the escape from the gymslips.” Mr Wooler calls the girls “ravolutionaires” - he has a gift for that kind of linguistics. He claimed that the girls have a profound knowledge of sex.
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Source: theguardian.com