She was the rubber-knickered peroxide bombshell who set the sexuality into the Pistols. Now shes written a memoir of her years causing outrage at the heart of punk
There’s a photograph of Jordan Mooney, standing outside the clothes shop Sex, that perfectly encapsulates her extraordinary impact. Sex was Malcolm McLaren and Vivienne Westwood‘s London boutique, which sold their designs along with fetishwear. It is also where in-house band the Sex Pistols were incubated.
Jordan was more than a shop assistant: she was the personification of the Sex aesthetic. In the picture, she’s rocking a peroxide beehive, with a leotard, fishnet stockings and a sulky bombshell attitude- stopping a occur tycoon in his tracks. The look on his face says it all: in 1976, the sight of someone like Jordan was astonishing.
” Men were confused by me ,” she says today.” They would wolf-whistle, shout all kinds of things, even offer me money, because they didn’t understand why I looked like I did. I was operating a gauntlet every day. People were scared of me. And the funny thing is, I was actually quite shy .”
Born Pamela Rooke in Seaford, a coastal township in East Sussex, Jordan wore jaw-dropping outfits and barbarian makeup, all of which attained her the first face of punk. Merely 19, she would leave the house wearing rubber knickers and stilettos, or sheer skirts without underwear- deconstructing her clothes to her own incendiary design. It made the daily commute on British Rail, from Sussex to Chelsea, a drama in its own right.” Some of the things I wore is a bit near the knuckle ,” she says.” People were apoplectic with fury. I had to be moved into first class for my own security .”
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