So-Ho was gone, bought by the artsy rich and decadent who love to hang out with artists while displacing them from their studios and attics, blocking the possibilities of the younger generation to be able to live where artists once created and acted; disco music was reduced to the working class outer and suburban ghettos; and there was a retrospective of 1950-60’s existentialist films by the likes of John Cassavettes, Jean Luc Godard; Breathess was the hit among the post-disco generation who wanted to live non orthodox existences, a copy of the ones portrayed in the cult cinema house par excellence, at the time in New York City: the Film Forum. The generation that could not afford the lofts south of Houston went black.
Jean Seberg’s short hair, black tight pants, and sort of free and dependable character was copied by the kids moving into the East Village, the new frontier; who also added a touch here and there: Converse tennis were a piece to be worn, the brand. Black jeans and tight black t-shirts were everywhere -downtown, mostly- until la Klein and others culturally appropriated the trend; including the use of drugged looking skniny models. Existentialism went the way of Boutiques and Madison Avenue. But why, close to four decades, two generations later, are they still wearing black?
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