Punk Dead: Official

London, The Arts



Well, punk founder Malcolm McLaren’s funeral was conducted on the kind of fine sunny day he would probably have hated, and saw him out in most excellent style. A lot of knackered old British creatives turned up for the event, including the carburettor-tossing Adam Ant, a bunch of rich artists and of course the one true original, Vivienne Westwood. When I showed him these pictures, my partner said: ‘Malcolm McLaren? You mean the racing driver?’
These lovely shots were, in true punk fashion, nicked from the Grauniad’s website.

2 comments on “Punk Dead: Official”

  1. Helen Martin says:

    Sorry, I thought of the racing driver, too. However, *that* is a true public funeral, all viewers included.

  2. I.A.M. says:

    The motto on the coffin is hardly fitting, given McLaren’s age and rather well-known resistance to accepting change suggested by his protégés. I decided punk was dead when Johnny Rotten was deemed acceptable enough to promote butter while wearing one of the brightest suits ever devised (and the scene in the field with the cow ought to have had him punching the cow or urinating on it, were it filmed three decades earlier). Punk truly died when Joe Strummer died at the end of 2002.

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