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Vintage Style Icon No.2 – Debbie Harry

Debbie Harry. Punk before punk. Literally could make a black bag look good. There are no words for how awesome I think Debbie Harry is.  She is my number one, all time favourite girl crush.

Words cannot describe how much I love her style. A line dresses, t shirt with only a pair of pants underneath, prom dresses, leather dresses, shorts with knee pads – she rocked it all.

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Since I saw the cover of the Parallel Lines Album – I have just thought cool very cool. If I tried to wear a white dress, kitten heels, choker and arm band, I would of course look ridiculous. That’s the magic of Debbie Harry though she makes the uncool very cool.

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The hair… blonde (obviously), bobbed, side swept flicky fringe being in my opinion the most awesome of Debbie Harry hairstyles. What style am I currently sporting? – bleach blonde bob. Shameless re-interpretation of The Blonde Bob.

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I love her face too. Literally love her face. All feline, high cheek boned and smokey eyed. It all seems so effortless as well; like she had been out for three days partying (likely) wiped her hand across her face and looked fabulous. When I have tried the same thing I have looked like Heath Ledger as The Joker in Batman, I looked terrifying. Not fabulous. But I am not Debby Harry.

It may come as no surprise that since my early teens I have been a HUGE fan of eyeliner. I can live without many things but liquid eyeliner is not one of them. If I were to be stuck on a desert island, I would request it as a luxury item. Or I could try and make some from charcoal and sea water. Yes, I would be rescued wearing fig leafs and eyeliner.

I digress so back to Debbie and the music because she was not just another pretty face style icon she was also a singer in a band. Blondie, I presume named for her hair colour. Yes, just googled it – people called her blondie as a child. Awesome just awesome. New Wave, Reggae-influence, electro, rap (Rapture – clever). Whatever, I’m not a music critic; I don’t even know very much about music. For me the music stands the test of time. If I hear it I will dance (badly). In a time when women were singing ballads and requesting love and passion and bemoaning the lack of it, Debbie Harry was screaming for it, demanding it and then freaking out and getting angry when she got it. I relate.

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One way or Another – she is hunting her prey.

One way or another I’m gonna find ya, I’m gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha, One way or another I’m gonna win ya.

Heart of Glass – It’s freaking her out.

Once I had a love and it was a gas, Soon turned out had a heart of glass, Once I had a love and it was divine, Soon found out I was losing my mind.

Then there are the songs about waiting for the phone to ring, I’m sure 99% of women can relate. Call me – she just wants the phone to ring.

Call me (call me) on the line, Call me, call me any, anytime, Call me (call me) my love.

Hanging on the Telephone, she is going to break your face for not answering.

I’m in the phone booth, it’s the one across the hall, If you don’t answer, I’ll just ring it off the wall.

Atomic to this day is My Song. The kind of my song whereby if I was American I would by stomping onto a dance floor in some ridiculously expensive shoes , chucking down a designer bag shouting,

Hey Girl, this is my song.

Long before I knew what this song meant. I loved it. It was screaming out a message that I could not decipher but it gave me my lifelong favourite song lyrics.

Oh your hair is beautiful, Oh Tonight.

Simple but effective.

I love Debbie Harry, I love Blondie. She makes it ok for me not to be girly girl, wear tonnes of eyeliner and dance in front of the mirror wearing a t-shirt and pants screaming; oh your hair is beautiful.

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