They say you never forget your first Doctor. And for me, that was Chris Eccleston.
I don’t even remember what compelled me to follow the show upon its reboot. Perhaps I was into BBC America at the time and they were promoting it? Perhaps someone recommended it? I honestly can’t recall. What I do remember is that I fell hook, line and sinker, even after the underwhelming Rose episode (and the only reason I say “underwhelming” is because the baddies weren’t all that bad, iykwim).
Because I didn’t know any better and hadn’t watched previous shows or Doctor incarnations, Chris Eccleston really blew me away. He was strong and stern and commanding, and I’m betting he would’ve been my Doctor had his tenure been longer than a measly single series.
9’s style is also quite appealing to me: it’s a no-nonsense, non-anachronistic, uber-sleek look. Perfect for running from – and sometimes toward – danger. It’s also very easy to replicate, being the most androgynous of the three nu-Who Doctors. Find an olive green shirt (hello, Piko!) and some black leathers, and you’re all set. The neck bauble is more of a fashion conceit than part of a costume replication – 9 would never have worn accessories – but IRL, you know this outfit needed a bit o’ sumpin’-sumpin’ to make it look less severe.
I miss Chris Eccleston. I wish he’d stayed even just one more series in before leaving. I know I sobbed my eyes raw when he “died” and I was all set to hate this new replacement. This David Tennant.
How wrong I was…