I was six months shy of being born in the ’80s and it kills me. From the relatively staid position of an Icona Pop loving ’90s bitch, the ’80s were a decade of intensity.
Emotions ran raw, while politics and social movements had a ferocity charged by extremities in wealth and aspiration.
Darkly lit, grainy footage illustrates a legacy of blazing success and deep rooted struggle.
The playlist of the ’80s spoke of a generation on the cusp of contemporary life as we know it. Mix tape cassettes and rain-sodden letters remained the means to communicate with loved ones still isolated by the distances yet united by budget air travel.
A language defined itself through music and art to express the turbulent era that was characterised by Thatcherism, HIV/AIDS and the fall of the Berlin Wall.
The exhibition is complimented with an exciting array of public programs (the most fabulous being Take Me To The 80s! which took place April 14th and featured a mass spandex clad aerobics class in Fed Square).