They would be so bright and so glorious and so studded, and you’d buy them from Low Life and wear two at a time. And many, many extremely brightly coloured belts Praise you, Chris, for shining light on a subculture which never got the recognition it deserved.Īlso, desert scarves. A vomit-inducing green pair? They’ll definitely go with an orange hoodie.Īnd one extremely brightly coloured high-vis jacketĬhris from Skins wore them, and he was like a messiah for scene kids. Let’s be honest, you had more than one pair, and you’d never match them up with the right colour scheme.īright red jeans? Lime green T-shirt. You had at least one pair of extremely brightly coloured jeans

A cassette tape, Pac Man, Optimus Prime’s enormous face – one to fit every mood, you know. Your only bigger waste of money was obnoxious belt buckles, of which you had many. It would probably declare you a “NERD” or a “GEEK,” because that was super cool at the time. They were probably designed by the guy from Bring Me The Horizon, or bought at an extortionately high price from Lazy Oaf. All your T-shirts had ridiculous graphics and woefully cringe slogans on them Is that a new tattoo? Did that piercing fucking hurt? No JKJKJK LOLOLOL. JKJKJK LOLOLOL, I heart your fucking makeup oh my God I love your hair. You knew every single lyric to that bit of Fer Sure Maybe by The Medic Droid Remember 3OH!3? There was a time pre-Katy Perry where you thought you were hot shit for knowing who they were, and knowing exactly when to yell TELL YOUR BOYFRIEND, IF HE SAYS HE’S GOT BEEF, THAT I’M A VEGETARIAN AND I AIN’T FUCKIN’ SCARED OF HIM. The sound of skinny white guys rapping was like a drug to you

Who’d have thought a mass-produced Red Bull competitor could be so you! They were literally called “Monster,” and they had neon claw marks on the can. And drinking Monster energy drinks as part of your ‘look’Ĭreating a drink more-or-less specifically for scene kids is arguably the greatest trick the corporate machine has ever pulled.

I will choke to death on these hairspray fumes before I go into school without my hair looking like rodents live in it. How come Jeffree Star didn’t have to listen to listen to his teachers?īut you still insisted on making the back of your hair as big as physically possible Your parents and your school ultimately made the decision for you, and you sort of still resent them for it. You dabbled with the idea of raccoon hair for a while You perfected that slightly surprised, just woken up, reaching enlightenment look so everyone knew how candid you were in your painstakingly-taken selfies.Įither that, or you’d close your eyes, stick out your tongue and throw up a sideways peace sign. Quality didn’t matter, as it was going to be edited to shit anyway. This was before smartphones, so using your mum’s Nikon Coolpix to get that ultimate mirror pic was your only option. You’d take selfies with an actual digital camera Out were the Pon and Zi cartoons, the Panic! at the Disco profile songs and the backgrounds blacker than death itself in were All Time Low, heavily animated profile themes and a top friends list with more hair shades than there are colours in the rainbow.Īnd there was no greater high than logging in to a barrage of notifications Your painfully cultivated MySpace profile was the shit No-one was as surprised as your parents, seeing this black-clad proto-goth with a Myspace name like XxMonicaMurderxX suddenly descending the stairs in purple jeans and a garish yellow shirt with “RAVE! RAVE! RAVE!” emblazoned on it.įor you, though, it was an obvious transition – the original rebellious streak which turned you emo had now caused you to rebel against your very emo-ness, and thus black turned to bright neon and your nihilistic attitude become a painfully twee love of all things bright and sparkly.

You started off as an emo before seeing the neon light Yes, those were the days – and if embarrassment and guilt are causing the world to forget The Scene, then here’s a big old list of reasons we should probably let them. The endless days spent down the market, looking for the perfect retro ’80s belt buckle to match your new bright orange checkerboard studded belt. Why does nobody talk about scene kids any more? Sure, they weren’t as enduring as goths or as controversial as emos, but us ex-scene kids are legion – and those luridly pink and orange years of our lives are something we’ll never forget.

Vintage scene kids