George, you're too late :-)
When I was 16 it was 1982, in my third school and living in Johannesburg but going to an all boys boarding school in King Williams Town about 1000km away. Only to discover almost 30 years later that my wife's ancestors lived there and played a part in the business development of the area. One of the things I loved about going to school so far away was that it took 23 hours to get there by train. A trip which we had to do 8 times a year!
Therefore, I can't make any comments about fashion, you understand :-)
My cinematic experiences were the same but growing up in such a restricted, limited and controlled environment didn't leave much room for creative fantasy and such things.
Freedom to me was spending school holidays at home in the old Transvaal for what was all of about 15 weeks of the year. Being able to walk into our kitchen and make my own sandwich was pure bliss.
As far as 'far and away' were concerned. Well, Ian Smith, the ex president of Zimbabwe came to talk at our school once so I knew about them. And Raymond Ackerman, owner of the national Pick n Pay retailer, also came. And that was also the year in which we had to sign up for the army. And of course, in those days fighting for your country was a big thing. A call to honour. If you didn't you would have been branded a coward of the worst kind and a traitor and nobody wanted to be either of those. And we had to protect our county from the evil communists who wanted to take away everything we had and who, in this particular case, happened to be all black. Nothing was ever said about anything else, nothing about all the atrocities that were going on, about apartheid that to us didn't even have a name, that to us was an acceptable was of life for everybody. To us, everybody who was against us was wrong including all those pesky protesters in other countries with their pesky sanctions.
So for me 16 was just another tumultous year