We just love this month's Tatler. Not only are they as convinced as we are that Sloanes are back but they also had a two day feature called 'Living Like an 80s Sloane'.
Every wondered what it would be like to be a Sloane in the 80s? Check out how Tatler's reporter Alice Cockerell coped with it
I am standing outside the Piccadilly Theatre, tapping my court shoe. My nylon-blend power suit is sticking to me and my perm is going flat. Should I charge off to find a phonebox, or ask to be passed the handset over the bar in a nearby pub? We definitely said 6 o'clock by the right of the theatre, didn't we? This is a panic attack I will become familiar with over the next week. Tatler has sent me on an investigative mission to the Eighties. I am coiffed, shoulder-padded and have had everything that makes life good confiscated: mobile, iPad, laptop, Itsu loyalty card, hair straighteners... My quest is to discover quite how different it was to be a Tatler-girl back then. Is it just a matter of subbing-in Dave Cameron for Mrs Thatcher, Afghanistan for the Falkland's, Downtown for Brideshead? Or has there been a more profound shift in the way we get on?
Day 1 - Women in The Boardroom
Nobody wants to turn into their mother; but I now have her old hair do (an inexplicable bouffant - at least it makes my body look smaller) and her old job: I work for Naim Attallah at Quartet Books. This was where all the best Eighties chicks were reared, including Emma Soames, Sabrina Guinness, Nigella Lawson and Virginia Bonham Carter. Finally I have joined the infamous 'Naim's Harem'.
'Working' was a relatively new concept for the Eighties Tatler gel. Over in America there may have been armies of wide-shouldered corporate women cutting a swathe through boardrooms Sigourney-Weaver-in-Working-Girl-style; but on the streets of Fulham and Chelsea, it was a different story. 'In those days it was worth having a job just to use the office telephone,' explains Emma Soames, former magazine editor and former girlfriend of Martin Amis (the greatest Eighties accolade). 'I remember chatting all day. Either about the night before, or plans for the one coming up. No one seemed to mind too much'. Especially not Naim, who outlines my job description: 'We give a lot of parties. We threw one launch where a number of hugely fat naked ladies with their pubic hair painted bright colours urinated onto all the literati. They loved it. Your mother had to mop up afterwards though.'
I embrace this jaunty professional attitude. Like Sabrina G I get a taxi to work every morning (it was cheaper then); and have big plans to emulate Nigella L and nurse a bottle of wine at my desk on Friday afternoons.
Read more at http://www.tatler.com/news/articles/june/living-like-an-80s-sloane#TBcDQwSz5zgICQgG.99