I began the decade as editor of the teen pop culture magazine SKY, writing about acid house music, Naomi Campbell and Vivienne Westwood, moved on to The Sunday Times Magazine where exciting new young British artists, actors and directors were my editorial quarry, before transitioning into the Noughties as the co-writer of a weekly, Evening Standard gossip column with Nicky Haslam. Call me shallow if you like, but pop music, pop art and champagne-popping parties was pretty much it, back then. The crucial difference being that suddenly everyone seemed to be invited.
After the go-getting 1980s when elitism, minimalism and materialism were our aesthetics and aspirations, the 1990s seemed like a cultural democratisation. Raves not private clubs were where we went. And style-wise, we weren’t looking to America or Europe any more — we had our own thing going and, matey, it was going off.
