Mark Leckey’s “Fiorucci Made Me Hardcore” is a trip down memory lane for anyone who has every got dressed up to go out and regretted it when they’ve seen the photos. And it should be compulsory viewing for 16 year-olds; this is how ridiculous you’re going to look in 10 years.

It’s also a superb work of cultural anthropology as art. From the Guardian music blog:

There’s a loose chronology – northern soul, soul weekenders, casuals, acid house – but the two defining themes of the film are timeless.
Firstly, what deeply strange places nightclubs are; hundreds of strangers, all as high as kites, crammed together in a deliberately disorientating space. And secondly, how much poignancy there is in something ostensibly celebratory; the idea that “the best days of your lives” will be wiped away by a change in fashion.

Fiorucci Made Me Hardcore (Mark Leckey) from Anon. on Vimeo.