In picking up and opening this magazine, you are committing yourself to gain and learn its contained knowlege on what it is to be a Beat. You are leaving behind all bias towards French head wear and the colour black: you are giving the impression literature is your life, along with Jazz, Surrealist art and coffee. BUT, you arenâ€™t looking down on this as a fickle kick in the groin of beat. You are meant to laugh, honor its play-fulness and all round light heart.
non Beatnon anti-Beat-
WEAR ME, BE ME
FIRST BEAT EXPERIENCE
ME Wear these and thou shalt forever be stereotypically Beat, through thick and thin, black and black. Follow these rules and one shall be sumptuously submerged into the Beat Subculture. You are welcome.
Photography & Styling by Brendan Geoghegan
beret by winddeal, ebay.
tri-blend turtle neck by american apparel.
opposite: black & white stripe top by M&S, black Jeans by H&M this page: black & white stripe top and black Jeans both by H&M 21
EVERYTHING, ANYTHING, ALL THINGS BLACK.
He didnâ€™t see things in black and white, he saw a
whole lot of colour, and so did we in his novel Howl.
first beat experience
I see you, you beatnik types roaming the streets in all black in search of the perfect coffee house and Jazz club... or do i? Here i go, delving into my hunt for you all, are you out there? - insert Kate winslet blowing the whistle to bring the life boat to her attention - or something like that...
Here I am, in one of those less than undercover, undercover moments. To the naked eye, dressed in a mock neck top, all black and a slight scowl, I am a Beat.
notice a professional from a novice: wrinkles vs smooth pale skin. The overall age range was that of the typical early-bird special, my high hopes for style were on their way to Charring Cross tube.
Location #1: The Poetry Place
After one glass of red [me] and many cups o’ tea [them] we were invited downstairs to begin the much anticipated main event.
Half an hour early to the mysterious poetry place on Betterton Street, London, I was greeted with kind words and manners by the organiser. As I was so early, I decided a casual red wine was in order, and so I ordered.
A rhyme here and alliteration there and the ratio of male to female poets at 7:1, the poetry was subsequently over following my wine haze.
In anticipation of the Beatnik types to walk through the double doors and, fingers crossed, fill this joint, I noticed a whole lot of poetry references ranging from lamp shades doused in famous poetry lines to tables maimed for life with poet’s names, the suspected pretentiousness is nowhere to be found … yet.
Enter Fashion critique: woefully, the only thing resembling the `Beat’ style was one girl’s stripy blouse and the expected common admiration of the colour black. However, looking back to the original values of the Beat, their style was about casualness and not being noticeable as a subculture [well until they were a subculture] and, I can tell you this with the utmost confidence, extravagant they were not.
As the night began to fall and in it’s descent being to improve, so did my ability to
MUSE 30 by Pete Trautner
It’s all very nice to go out and actually see exhibitions, but as we [the world] are heading into a more and more digital lifestyle it only makes sense that my undercover mission heads under the covers as I look into online exhibitions…
The comedown from this particular drug was the price of the art, however for students and penny-less Beats such as you and I, there is a fine art paper print alternative, bringing the price down from bankruptcy to no food for a week.
As the strap line of the website states, “Discover Art. Get Discovered” you can submit your own art work to be sold in different sized prints, although not receiving all of the profits, maximum 70%, the small price to pay to be ‘discovered’.
When they [the higher power] first introduced online shopping, it was only a matter of time before they introduced online art shopping. Heading to Saatchi online with a list of my favourite art movements was excitement in it’s own, typing them in and waiting for the page to load was another and when I found that you could buy the original paintings, that was the tipping point from excitement to ecstatic.
Sneakily, all of you part-time Beat’s -such as myself- can lay low and lay down in the comfort of your own boudoir in nothing more than those snarly looks, as the need for turtlenecks and berets are on hold while you search for your favourite art.
When the time came for my undercover skills to turn to Jazz clubs, I found no matter how much I dressed like a Beat, nothing could change the fact that I was under 21, and so my quick thinking and slow moving drew me to… Location #3: Harold Moore Records. [If you can’t see them live, listen live.] Minutes away form the ever so mainstream Oxford street, the directions from my iPhone map lead me to number 2 Great Marlborough Street. In all black paint, Harold Moore was looking Beat to death.
With my eyes eying up the records, they were also eying up the fashion. With no specific style of dress, everyone seemed to be apart of their own niche group that had a common interest in records, for example there were young men and women dressed in simple jeans and a jumper, one lady dressed in a wild print blouse with a fur coat, and then there were the older men in dinner jackets, crisp white shirts paired with jeans. A whole range of styles in a shop with one specific style, records. Fellow Beats. So far our search for our brothers and sisters are not looking good, could it be that they do not exists anymore or is it that the stereotypical style of the Beat has left the present hovering forever in the past, or could it be that the only moral left of the beats is the interest’s?
Entering the shop a whiff of vintage air was upon me, you know that smell from old car boots or vintage shops that reeks of days gone by. Slowly but coolly walking through the infamous record shop, I found myself in the jazz section every Beat’s dream and salvation, hundred of records tightly packed, ranging from new to old, Louis
At the moment the trail has gone cold and everything has gone black, along with my outfit.
This is Soloman. Your friend from that certain â€˜brain vacationâ€™ at the clinic. needed a break, he had inpure thoughts about solo-men
Let us create those ever so infamous images of the original Beatâ€™s in honour and in ore.
Photography: Aaron Price & Brendan Geoghegan Styling: Alexandra Neal
Tri-blend turtleneck by American Apparel, Woollen Blazer by Topman Ltd.
Blue cord shirt by Topman.
Shirt by Cow Vintage, Twill Welt Pocket Pant by American Apparel, Glasses by Emporio Armani.
T-shirt by American Apparel, Woollen blazer by Topman Ltd.
With a t e a r and a wipe of t h a t t e a r , t h e B e a t h a s ceased.
Published on Jun 18, 2013
Published on Jun 18, 2013
A university project from 2012 - "A humorous 'how to?' magazine, focussing on fashion, art and culture specialising in the Beat movement."...