As a designer who cut her teeth in the punk scene, I dedicate this anthemic song (which ironically helped encourage 12/13 year old me to take things and make them my own rather than just accept what was given & what everyone else was already doing) in response to all of the freshly scrubbed & primly posh, celebrity-filled “Punk Fashion” MetGala red carpet pictures I’ve been seeing tonight.
Punk ≠ society’s freshly scrubbed “elite” parading around in safely diluted “translations” of #PunkFashion decades later.


























