Monthly Archives: May 2016

Bright Young Things Revisited

I love dwelling upon past times so much it makes my crotch hot. Particularly the 1920s to early 30s and the 1960s to mid 70s keep catapulting my ever-inspiration-seeking, dizzy little self into spheres of such absolute otherworldly charm that it is probably unhealthy, though I also have to admit a rather soft spot for the quirkiness of the 90s. Forget the noughties – apart from The Libertines of course – and our current times with all their *Cough* forward-thinking, state-of-the-art technologies as well as other ‘cutting edge’ tu tus; give me a good period film, any book like Cecil Beaton’s ‘Ashcombe: The Story Of A Fifteen-Year Lease’ or, quite simply, a new vintage website to trawl and I am yours truly. In recent years, my ‘vintage-ish’ love has come to define my travels, so it seems even more unbelievable that I have not managed to visit the ultimate vintage / period geeks’ mecca Venice (Italy) yet, which, according to Truman Capote, is resembling the feeling of “… eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.”. – I REALLY DO LOVE CHOCOLATE.

Perhaps less surprisingly, my own personal style – sartorial- as well as interior-wise – tends to be mostly vintage-inspired too. On some days, all I want to do is packing my stuff and moving to the countryside, having that utterly romantic, ‘Beatonesque’ vision of wearing white Edwardian lace dresses, while *Cough* (How I love this expression) picnicking during the day and throwing glamorous soirees / fetes (No, an ordinary ‘party’ just won’t do, at least not in Vintage Wonderland.) at night. When, somewhere in-between daytime-lace and nightime-sequins, having found my way back into reality and big city life, I am trying to mix and match old & new, vintage & non-vintage, dream & reality wherever possible.

But more often than not, I find myself wondering where that striving desire for reviving the past to incorporate it into my daily life actually stemmed from. As human beings we are exposed supposed to develop ourselves as well as our environment constantly, yet nostalgia is biting hard. Constantly.

Personally, I think this ‘nostalove’ is down to aspects of the human psyche that are best put into words by the Freudian theory of ‘The Great Unknown’, where it is believed that behaviour is driven by fears and desires locked in the ‘unconscious’ – a part of ourselves only reachable through psychoanalysis.