Modern Girls
November, 1985
My Girlfriend was very modern. She wore plastic jump suits and red Fiorucci boots, she went dancing every night till two a.m., she read i-D Magazine and listened to Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, and she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life. When she began, through no fault of her own, to systematically smash my heart to bits last spring, I began hanging out every night at a place called On the Air. It was a little New Wave bar we used to go to together, full of sleek, heavily mou...
