Trish Halpin: Bob Dylan
Knowing my free-spirited, folky parents, it only makes sense that my first concert was Bob Dylan in a park. I can certainly see his influence on my style today: I go for denim-Americana with heavy doses of New York street thrown in, paired with a cat-eye, and messy hair. Always staples, always a unique New York beat twist, and more often than not, a little bit crazy. Just like Dylan.
Dianna Cohen: Hanson
I saw the Hanson brothers live for the first time in the 90s; they were cleaner than Kurt Cobain—but more grunge than Gin Blossoms. Cool It-girls today have effortlessly perfected their feminine-boy vibe(more often than not with the help of The Row, Vans sneakers, and Bumble and bumble). But just in case you didn’t roll out of bed looking like a gorgeous, rosy-cheeked, greasy-hair Hanson brother, these few things should help you achieve that subtly cool state of MMMBop.
Taylor Barringer: Michael Jackson
I may have only been six years old, but I still remember the energy and vibe of Michael Jackson’s Thriller concert from backstage at The Hollywood Bowl in the 80s. I’m not a huge fan of zombies these days (#sorryimnotsorry), but MJ’s Thriller zombie style has snuck into my wardrobe regardless. I buy leather pants like they're going out of style, buy just about every loafer I come across, and will always justify Balmain's gawdy gold accents. I draw the line at white socks and solo sparkly gloves though.
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Michelle Lee: Whitney Houston
My first concert ever was Whitney Houston in 1985. Say what you will about her, but Whitney was GORGEOUS back then— she was like Eighties Barbie to me. She had that perfect mix of cute and sexy going on with the teeny tiny tank dresses and gigantic mass of curls. Yes, the 80s were really weird and whimsical, but Whitney also made them pretty.
Tiffanie Graham: Tiffany
My parents weren't the concertgoer types so the closest I got to one was seeing my idol Tiffany at a local mall in New Jersey. It all felt very large and exciting to me though. I didn't get very close to the stage given the unexpected mayhem of a massive turnout (mall tours were all the rage in the 80s), but at least I was there and got to see her sing a few songs from afar. And, I got to wear my hand-me-down, over-sized, chunky knit sweater for the occasion.