FOR COMPLICATED geopolitical reasons, I recently spent the evening at a techno gig. Still scarred by having attended a Prince concert inadvertently dressed as a provincial drama teacher (velvet — it can prove an issue), I chose to make no concession to my surroundings. My reluctance proved winning: the Young People were having none of the Berlin bondage vibe.
Instead, said twentysomethings were sporting the very garb the ravers of my youth once donned