Welcome to Suburban Punk

GREETINGS all, and welcome to my first Monthly Musing...

I wanted to give you more of an insight into the inner
workings of AC Towers. That, and other general snippets which may shed some light on how our collections come together, sorry if I end up Chungsplaining to you.

Our Fall collection is finally ready to launch into the world and I couldn’t be happier to share it with you. It began with the simple question ‘what happens when you aren’t at the epicentre of what’s cool at a given moment in time?’ Something that in the last few months has proven to be a timely concept.

It is an idea that used to bother me.

My mother is from the Beatles generation. She came of age in the Swinging Sixties, which for those of you who know my aesthetic will understand is a tantalising prospect. As my interest in music, and more specifically rock bands, began to develop in my teens and I finally tore myself away from the comfort of a Spice Girls-laden pop chart, it led me to ask my mother which rock musicians she used to hang out with. Did she meet the Stones? Did she want to be Anita Pallenberg? Was she there for Hendrix at Isle of White festival?

The answer was no. While for some the Sixties was exploding in technicolour around them, for my mother the shockwaves of a movement were only rippling around her suburban domain. It wasn’t like that for everyone, she would say. For one reason or another groupiedom didn’t get as far as Hampshire. But she had her own fun and her own friends and her own music. I’ve always admired my mum for her voracious appetite for literature. Perhaps she was busy reading as Dylan was plugging it in.

Britishness is at the heart of our brand...

My affection for the UK took on new meaning when I lived in the states for seven years. During that time I began to romanticise my home. It felt like rebellion and eccentricity were innate to Brits, and there is no better example of this than the punk movement that emerged in the late 1970s.

The countryside then is the backdrop of our latest collection. More specifically I began to look at images of laid-to-rest Seventies BBC sitcom ‘The Good Life’ - a show about a suburban couple settling into the dream of planting their own vegetables and dodging their posh and nosy

The wife wore dungarees and wellies and oversized knits. Maybe she borrowed them from her husband. The neighbours were resplendent in OTT chiffon and earrings
and gawdy houndstooth blazers.

In music, punk had arrived and the DIY aspect of that genre made for fantastic inspiration. Think Xeroxed t-shirts, hand knitted tanks and leather trousers from Westwood’s Sex shop on London’s Kings Road. Safety pinned dresses and imaginatively reworked clothing borrowed from parents, unceremoniously sliced apart and Frankensteined back into something new.

"It felt like rebellion and eccentricity were innate to Brits, and there is no better example of this than the punk movement that emerged in the late 1970s."

Our collection Suburban Punk is an homage to the intersection of those two realities.
It’s taking the safe and the mundane and reworking it into something current, something urgent. There are oversized blazers and oil slick miniskirts. Shimmering cowl necked minis and Johnny Rotten jumpers. Polka dot tea dresses and pearl buttoned cardigans.

I hope you love this collection as much as I do.