JORDAN, 1955 – 2022

Another bright light has been extinguished today. I first met Jordan back in the early 1970s when I would tentatively walk from Chelsea School of Art to Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McClaren’s shop Sex at World’s End. Jordan was nearly always there wearing a baby blue angora V neck sweater and little else and serving the early punk clientele with amazing shoes and black T-shirts bedecked with bones or slogans.

I hadn’t seen her for over forty years until just before Christmas last year when purely by chance I was sat next to her at The Brighton Centre for a Human League gig. She was a delight as we reminisced about her time at the shop and her film appearances. We knew many people in common and although I admit to being rather scared of her when I was 18, I found her to be a gentle delight. RIP, another icon of that exciting age has slipped away.