As a teenager in the early 60s I occasionally went with my mother to mannequin parades in a department store in York. Models with names like Sylvia or Lilith glided along the catwalk in two-piece suits, duster coats or cocktail dresses to tunes like Elizabethan Serenade or Some Enchanted Evening. We enjoyed ourselves but often had to suppress the giggles brought on by the decorous atmosphere.
One evening, though, my best friend’s mother drove us over to a fashion show in Leeds (in her Mini, of course). We waited with anticipation for it to start. Wow! Mary Quant and Alexander Plunket Greene appeared beside the catwalk, pop music blared out
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