Suits you Madam

It's now fifty years on from flower power and the summer of love, all those LSD trips long forgotten, a brief cultural revolution, a smack in the mouth to long-held ideas and institutions, "peace and love man". Eclipsed by postmodernity where whatever it was that happened in 1967 is recycled every now and then and packaged for a younger generation of consumers.

Sgt Pepper's 60s Pop Art personified in music and lyrics but many still prefer the White album. Girls with their breasts out, beads and bangles and colourful dreams. Tripped out youths down Carnaby Street, all gone now.

They say that the 60s is when Britain changed, the pop culture and fashion and scandals. Britain just embraced a new pop identity, in and out of fashion, bell bottoms, rock festivals, inflation. The flower people wanted to change the world but all they had was ideas, no political platform really, no organisation, nothing in common other than the album sleeves in their collections. And each successive generation has tried to recapture ‘67 in it’s own way, recurring themes of hippiedom at the corporate Glastonbury.

The CND peace symbol is still used from time to time, and pot smokers still say it's fine, while corporate bankers busy themselves in piles of other peoples money. In the end postmodernism tore at history, stopped cultural progress, recycled every shred of culture as pastiche and made it available to buy in stores, in catalogues and later online.

It's now fifty years on from flower power, she wants to be a part of that for one day only, she was a Goth the day before and today she wants to be a hippy.

Suits you, Madam.