Because I love history, and I love vintage (but who doesn’t these days), I always think that I wish I could have lived in a time period. Wishing I could have lived in historical centuries is easier. Society moved a little slower, clothes and architecture and culture changed, but not much during the course of one life.
But now in the last 200 years or so, culture moves so quickly! Nobody ever only lives for an era. So its weird kind of that we split up lifestyles and fashion into decades. My grandpa just died and when I think about his life, he lived through the 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, 00s, 10s! That’s some life!
So if you think about it. All of those people that we admire from one certain era weren’t preserved in only that era. They lived through several. I guess that’s why people who die young are such martyrs of culture. They aren’t tainted by other times.
So that means when I wish that I could have lived during sayyy the 20s for example, I would also have gotten to live through everything else. Weird.
All of those young people we admired from one time became old geezers 60 years later. It’s the way of the world.
But those people who do live through all of those decades either throw out all of the culture from the previous, or reminisce about it. The hip ones are excited to move forward and forget all of the previous fashions, and the nostalgic, calm ones refuse to move forward. In the present, its hip to look backward. That means looking forward will probably be the next new trend. I might be ready.
This might be totally pointless and self evident, but I feel like there’s something really weird lying underneath all this that I’m not eloquent enough as a writer to describe…