About Us

I’m Scottie a lad from Blackpool, who loves clothes, football and music so, I decided to set up my own brand northern tide which incorporates all the things I’m passionate about and reflects my cultural heritage. My clothes are very much focused on being sustainable for the environment whilst keeping focused on the style and aesthetic of the design.

I’m just a normal lad from a working class family, probably like most of you reading this. I was born in a coastal town, Blackpool to be exact and I am still here, residing on the Fylde coast in close proximity of the endless shoreline and not too far away countryside, I feel very fortunate indeed.

As a kid in the 1970’s I remember all the togetherness and friendly neighbourly spirit at the street parties for the Silver Jubilee, clambering on garage rooftops and houses to see the red arrows roar overhead from their numerous air shows. Flying ants, remember those? every summer as a kid there would be a swarm. There were masses of people flocking to Pontins and the B&B’s for their weekend fix of fun and football aggro. The forever changing fashions that often grew out of northern culture or were embraced here; flares, donkey jackets, skin heads, punks, mods, new romantics, casuals, acid house ravers, Goths and indie boys.

Like most northern towns, football is woven into the fabric of life. My earliest memories of football were as a 4 year old at infant school, kicking a size 3 shoot or ‘fly-away’ ball as they were affectionately known as, at the painted goals on the school yard walls. I remember Liverpool and Nottingham Forest dominating Europe whilst my love for Manchester United happened by the mere site of my mate’s 1980 home shirt, in the school playground. This is when my interest in football really began.

*I would like to note before I go on, I have always had an affection for Blackpool FC, (hard not too, having lived yards away from Bloomfield road for most of my childhood). I’ve had a few season tickets and been to many a match where I’ve witnessed the shenanigans of the 80s hooliganism culture and was very proud when they made it into the premier league in the 2010-11 season.

As mentioned before, my love for United came in a way which I think was pretty normal, in a school yard 40 years ago whilst having a kick-about with my school mate ‘Eggy’. He wore a short sleeved, home united shirt. I was about 7 years old, I asked him who it was, he simply said, ‘United’. From then on in, every match with my mates at school or at the local parks, or at Cockerham Sands in my summer holidays, I was Captain Marvel, Bryan Robson, love him or loathe him, he was a warrior, leader, captain and would sell his grannie for 3 points!

Growing up in the 1980s was a great time, we had arcades, football, music and more importantly our mates! It was an age of discovery, mischief and learning. Any chance that I had to nip to the town centre with pocket money or birthday cash, I would be spending it on Panini stickers hoping I’d have that badge or team picture to complete the album. I’d also leg it down to Bodens cycles to get my checker-board pads, dice caps and mushroom grips for my BMX. Victim clothing or Rawcliffe’s in town, were my shops of choice for buying semi-flared Lois cords, Adidas trainers and Campri ski jackets. I also loved going to Melody House, which was an independent music shop in south shore, I got many rare gems in there over the years and I do recall buying my first CD album -Pointer Sisters –‘break out’. Other influences included New Order, Kraftwerk, Depeche Mode and OMD that really got me into the electronic music scene. I would literally spend hours in there trawling through all the different music genres wondering what they sounded like, In a way, this was my early introduction into music.

In my teens I remember seeing the town full of holidaymakers from all over the UK. There was always so much to do in Blackpool and one such thing that always got my attention was the club scene. I remember there being an absolute buzz when Italia’90 started, Everywhere you went, baggy t-shirts, 18” flares and bucket hats were the normal dress code, complete with a healthy supply of your favourite ‘disco-biscuits’. I’ve still not witnessed an atmosphere like this time, 30 years since, it was special, proper party mode for what seemed like an eternity. Shaboo, Sequins, Oz were my main haunts with my mate or Illusions, madison avenue if you wanted to smarten up for the ladies. The music scene around this time was so exciting, Acid house, House, Italian house, Bleep, garage then rave. Rave to be fair was great, but the scene seemed to harden up along with the drugs. Luckily, the late 90’s Ibiza revival, came at the right time and, it did not disappoint.