It really is a terrible look. No individuality at all. The worst is this fashion in adults - women especially, and even worse when teamed with a shapeless football shirt.

Classic teenage fashion used to be tight to the point of circulation interruption. These days it's loose to the point of falling-off. I have made it a rule never to comment on anything my children wear. The only time I feel like making an exceptions is when I see one of them with flared track suit bottom that are so long they are treading on them. I'm sure some sociologist can explain it all.

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face it you just don't like the young you don't like the way they talk (from your thread last week) you don't like they way dress what next "this modern music it's all just noise".

The only modern fashion that does annoy me is the trouser at half mast thing it's the sight of greying possibly soiled inches of under pant that irks, that and the whole bondage trouser hobbling along business.
Apart from that if you hate this fashion there'll be a new one along in minute.

Hip-hop-inspired youth fashion has stalled badly and needs an enormous kick in the exposed underpants.
I'm tired of the kids I teach (primary age) swaggering around like someone popped a cap in their ass and throwing gangster signs whenever there's a camera around.
Being shocked by youth fashion would surely be preferable to being bored.

bumped into Sienna Miller in a shop once. She was wearing a tracksuit. It didn't look too bad.

Chicks, no woman has ever looked more... enticing

Ned or Chav (for our English readers) culture has always been repulsive, no more so than now

Shaved hair at the sides and slightly longer on top.
But the strangest phenomena is the hand down the pants, fiddling with the items within.
When did it become OK, compulsory even, to play with yourself in public?

by several of the middle-aged men who live on my street. Blue polo shirts over distended bellies tucked into sagging shorts and flip-flops worn with socks. Not a good look.

when the temperature climbs ever so slightly. Then off come the polo shirts and its down to the supermarket to do the lager shopping. A few fading tattooes are an optional extra. Nice!

They were the worst fashion ever for either side of the generation gap!
They looked bad on everyone.

At the risk of going round stirring up apathy, this is just regulation youth rebellion, with them trying to recreate their world anew. Big deal.
Old hands like us might have the merest smidgeon of wisdom, tempered by the onset of old codgerdom, so can see that it is not even a particularly novel version. (How long have trainers and shell suits been going ?) But so what ? Some of us remember, say, winkle-pickers and dungarees with shame (not together, obviously) : perhaps tomorrow's old gits will shudder at that turquoise shell suit. (Or maybe not.)

I get at least as narky at the like of Trinny and Susannah insisting the sartorial model for a grown man is somewhere between Bryan Ferry and Prince Charles. I don't believe in their vision either.

A few years back I noticed a rather disturbing trend amongst a number of London's youth for wearing trackies with one trouser leg rolled to half-mast.
I blame the parents.

my children follow the dress code of "skate" they live for skateboarding and the effort and cost to get that "I don't care what I wear (but really I do)" look costs big! From £50 skate shoes, jeans that must sit just right, T-shirts with obligatory baggy checked shirt topped off with the right beanie hat or baseball cap takes some doing. The track suited morons you describe are the enemy who ride BMX's and use the ramps when my boys want to use them! God I wish I was 13 again.

i will see you in a few years time

survivors-wave your copy of the last word edition and i won't shoot you in the head-but if you talk in the film i am about to show, i will

yours

prime minister

junkie cosmonaut

a woad and vole pelt combo myself.

that the track-suited 'just climbed out of bed' look is a distilled version of the dressed-down style considered so de-rigueur across the UK these days? I have been to any number of functions where an element of smartness might have seeemed appropriate, only to find that whereas most of the women present look rather glamorous, the majority of men (excluding myself obviously!) look as if they have just come from the allotment or climbed out of the dressing-up box. Happily this does mean that I am rarely short of attractive female company at such events so maybe I shouldn't complain.

Didn't it seem odd that the Lockerbie bomber, al-Megrahi, a 57 year old Libyan, flew out of the country in what looked like a white track suit and a Nike baseball cap.

I'm genuinely not interested in discussing on this site the decision to release him, but isn't it odd that American sports kit has become an international lingua franca of clothes - even worn by a man found guilty of attacking an American plane.

It all looked new, and so someone must have made a decision about buying it. I don't think it was what he was wearing when he went to prison.

... because if that's where the kids are at, that's fine by me; maybe you should stop being a sucking fnob and accept that your dash-cutting days are over.

I personally think that the noughties has been the worst time for "fashion" EVAH, and if I see one more ironflat-haired woman in Ugg boots and a jerkin stepping out with a close-cropped, man-bag carrying 40-something bloke in the leather blouson, boot cut jeans and pointy shoes that she forced him into then I'm likely to get on by bike and go on an iPod-stealing spree.

Do any of the people who wear baseball caps actually watch or play baseball? It's meant to be quite boring, isn't it?
I'll stick with my bowler.

What was he thinking? Dazzled by the studio lights perhaps?

wearing football tops

grown men wearing football tops with players names on the back

behave

The 'look' of many of those West Ham guys last night surely qualifies as the 'worst look' ever.
Aged 45, shaven-headed, tattoos, long khaki shorts, replica (you do know you're being shafted?) football tops and fat, very, very fat.
Everything is known before they even open their mouths.
Favourite drink; lager. Favourite food; full English. Favourite group; Madness.
Thatcher's children who exude from every pore in their body the dire 1980's.
I'm definitely getting a few of those Beatles' re-issues on 9/9 to wash the taste out of my mouth, it brought back so many appalling memories.

I mean, I'm a big fan of Isambard Kingdom Brunel, but I don't feel the need to dress like him.

... and as white, comfortable and middle class as can easily be imagined, I'm afraid I can't quite bring myself to be OK with the gangsta look. I don't suppose it's much different to dressing in a zoot suit, but it just makes me uncomfortable that so many kids aspire to look like criminals, or that to be a successful hip hop artist you basically have to flaunt criminality like a badge of honour.

Now, I love hip hop. Or rather, I DID love hip hop. My record collection is positively bulging with the stuff, but I completely lost interest when the P Diddies, Notorious BIGs and Tupacs started appearing and the amount of casual violence, misogyny and worship of conspicuous consumption suddenly increased massively. And then stuck around. For a decade and a half. All the hip hop I love - J5, De La Soul, Beastie Boys, Mos Def - was either consciously "conscious", or obviously tongue in cheek. Even NWA at their best came off as playfully hyperbolic, rather than evil. Except later. When they came off as evil. But by then I'd stopped listening.

I know it's terribly square to feel uncomfortable with it all - I'm supposed to use phrases like "edgy street narrative" and celebrate Ludacris for exemplifying "vibrant urban culture". Or, at best, I'm supposed to "respect" Roll Deep for "telling it like it is".

But I can't. I can't get on board with an entire generation of kids gleefully turning themselves into vectors of corporate advertising. I can't get on board with the idea that getting shot eleventy times while working as a crack dealer is the hip hop equivalent of a YTS placement. I can't get on board with girls not batting an eyelid at being routinely referred to - sometimes by themselves - as "bitches" and worse, and objectified sexually in a way that might make a porn star wince.

I grew up believing that achievement is more important than wealth, that crime is basically disgusting and that women are brilliant. So the whole popular face of hip hop culture makes me feel a bit sick, these days. Sorry about that.

- teenage clothes are all about rebellion.

Now back in the olden days, when a day at the beach meant Dad in 25 year old cricket flannels and *shock* no tie, and Ma in a nice skirt and top (I have a photo of my then 37 year old mother, sitting on a rock in tweed skirt and twinset), it was fairly easy to go off the rails by chopping a couple of inches off every skirt you had, and wearing denims to go into town.

Of course today, us middly-ages are more or less wearing whatever goes, leaving the young 'uns with little choice other than having their arses hanging out of their trousers.

I take comfort in the fact that the peculiar gait they adopt to keep these nether garments from ending up in a puddle on the ground ain't half going to give then hip problems in old age :)

that is wrong wrong wrong and one of the worst looks ever, most exemplified by the Crusties of the 90's. I recall when The Levellers were huge circa 93/94 and my indie disco being full of skanky looking blokes in dreads,dm's and dirty oversized jumpers all seemingly called Jez (real name Jeremy) .I'll never forget the hilarious irony of seeing dozens of these faux-scruffy twerps all dressed identically and all singing word for word along to the Leveller's There's Only One Life To Lead (And That's Your Own)

What was particuarly ludicrus and pretentious about the whole Crusty thing was it's belief it was really sticking it to The Man, when you knew damn well most of it's followers would be accepting daddy's offer of a banking job in the City once Uni was over.

I'm from Newcastle, and when I was watching the film coverage of the recent Raoul Moat debacle I coul't help noticing that every single bystander was a fatbloke in a football top, trackies or shorts, and trainers. All of em. Dressing like a 10 year old has become the default uniform for the non-chattering classes.

I'm from Newcastle, and when I was watching the film coverage of the recent Raoul Moat debacle I coul't help noticing that every single bystander was a fatbloke in a football top, trackies or shorts, and trainers. All of em. Dressing like a 10 year old has become the default uniform for the non-chattering classes.