Hippies
"I'm going through some heavy energy, man, I mean,
wow . . . it's beautiful if you're unhappy, but now I'm getting
behind my feelings, like . . . into a new reality . . . a space
for me to be me - and it's an outtasight head trip, you know,
going with my process, getting clear on where I'm coming from .
. . just laying the vibes out there and . . . really it just
blows me away, dig?"

If
the 1960s were a time of dawning possibilities and dreams of a new
society, it's curious how often those dreams were transformed into
a yearning for old ways of life.
A simple, earthy, rural existence seemed, to thousands of
hippies choking on city smog, and idyllic lifestyle option.
It all
seems sweetly naive in retrospect, not least because the bucolic
idyll that they sought may never have actually existed in the
first place.
The hippies rejected convention, had contempt for money and
work, and refused to succumb to the mass commercialism prevalent
in TV, music and fashion. They turned on to the underground scene,
tuned in to themselves, and dropped out of the rat race.
In the midst of great social and political upheaval - from the
Vietnam War to the civil rights movement - the hippies were
'involved'. They spoke out, stood up, and they let their voices be
heard. They wore flowers in their hair, painted peace signs on
their faces and bellbottoms and draped themselves in
love beads.
The
hippies were not one homogenous group at the beginning, but rather
two groups that split from the mod scene in two very different
directions.
One group took to the new psychedelic drug scene that
was an extension of the swinging psychedelia of the mods, while
the other rejected the plastic society that had defined the mod
lifestyle and instead embraced nature.
The psychedelics wore
tie-dye, dropped acid and listened to
Jefferson Airplane, Jimi Hendrix and
Janis Joplin. Their clothes
mimicked the stunning colours and patterns of drug-induced
visuals, and the music took you on a fantastic voyage of vocals,
guitars and sound effects.
The folkies returned to the earth, went barefoot, and listened
to Peter, Paul and Mary and
Joni Mitchell. They formed communes,
embraced their fellowmen and sharing themselves, their beliefs,
and their belongings with each other.
They revived folk handicrafts, making their own clothes out of
old vintage pieces, reworking them with patchwork construction, or
handcrafting crochet or macramé clothes.
The two camps evolved on separate lines at first, but a major
social revolution occurred in America during the summer of 1967
and the world’s youth culture was never the same.
America had gone off to war, and the psychedelics and folkies
banded together as a collective group to protest the involvement -
giving birth to the group we know of as hippies.
The new socially conscious youth culture expressed its distaste
for the new society via a homogenous dress ethic of naturalness
and freedom. They let go of the style scene, and celebrated
equality and brotherhood. Upper class, middle class, lower class .
. . it didn’t matter in the hippie worldview - everyone was
equal, and accepted for themselves.
They adopted Eastern and natural spiritualism, and looked to
Eastern and Native American spiritual practices for their own
inner growth. The embraced ethnic dress, and created a unique look
from a melange of different cultures from around the world. They
borrowed Victorian gowns from dusty trunks in the attic, paired
them with silver and turquoise jewellery from the Native
Americans, and wrapped their heads in colourful silk scarves from
India.
They grew their hair, letting it get long and scraggly, and men
grew beards. They celebrated nudity, and painted their bodies with
flowers and anti-war, peace-loving slogans. They wore earth
shoes,
leather sandals, elf boots, or just their bare feet.
Everyone could look like a hippie, since you didn’t need a
lot of money. If you couldn’t afford new threads, that was okay
- just pick up the thread and needles, and crochet yourself a
dress, or patch up some jeans for a new bright pair.
The hippie movement exploded during the ‘summer of love’ of
1967 in San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district, and in other
urban and suburban cities around the world.
Not only was it a personal liberation, but a sexual revolution.
Their cry was “make love, not war,” and that’s exactly what
they did. And all they were saying was “give peace a chance.”
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