I went to see an undefinable piece of theatre last night called Palmyra - a depiction of the global rise of fear and destruction played out over one very noisy hour. The show was pure, uncomfortable grit - weird, yet wild and thought- provoking. Rumour has it that Vivienne Westwood was sitting in the front row just last week.
As I woke this morning in the same make-up as the night before, a little bleary-eyed, I wondered what it meant to be a punk in such capitalist times. I’m a fan of the Slits and Poly Styrene, and I’ve interviewed Viv Albertine and Cosey Fanni Tutti, concluding that punk’s always been steeped in something way more serious than its commodification would have us believe.
But through bewildered eyes painted the colour of bubbling lava – mixed turmeric yellow, coral orange and cerise pink thanks to my new eyeshadow palette, Huda Beauty’s Electric Obsessions – I’ve decided that, at the very least, to be punk today means ‘expressing yourself’, playing with colour on the eyes we see the world through, and stopping people in their tracks when you blink.
£25, selfridges.com
