As someone who has been there, done that - lived to my best abilities the modernist ethic, I found Paolo Hewitts compendium a none the less refreshing read. Somewhat London-centric and dwelling too heavily on a sort of "found" philosophy, could be two criticisms of the content - my early days as a young modernist/soul-stylist/whatever, were spent in mad abandon, roaring around Northern council estates - we were certainly stylish but a little less ponderous than some of the commentators in this book would have you believe. It is interesting to find out more of the scene that instigated a lot of my teenage beliefs - but most of the characters interviewed seem a little too sober to be believed - it was FUN, we were certainly "cool" and all the other attached epithets that go hand-in-hand, but I remember as much of the good times and laughing a lot, as I do the clothes. Great times, adventures, brilliant music that would live with me forever - but I've never been to John Simon's shop...