“You stood in line for Studio 54, I stood in line for Studio 54…THE MOVIE!” -Nina G
While I’m a bit too young to have stood in line for either of those things, there is something about the myth and reality of Studio 54 that makes me wish I was alive and draped in a gold jumpsuit in the 70s. From the drug induced hedonism that could have only existed in a pre-AIDS society to the club’s policy of mixing beautiful nobodies with celebs like Liza Minnelli, Halston, Michael Jackson, Janice Dickenson, Gia, Salvador Dali, Debbie Harry, Mick and Bianca Jagger, and basically any 70s icon that you can think of to base your aesthetic around, this place was like a wet dream for fashion and drug addicts alike. The glamourous mingled with the nefarious in this modern day Gomorrah where glitter rained down by the ton and cocaine and cash were found stashed in the clubs walls after it closed its doors in 1980. Man-in-the-moon and his coke spoon aside, Studio 54 has become so synonymous with the excessive excess that defined the late 70s and 80s that when you think of this era, images of a Halston clad Bianca Jagger riding a white horse come to mind…or maybe that’s just me. Either way get inspired by out muses, Studio 54’s graduating class of 1978.