I don’t know why everyone wants to live in million dollar houses (though that would be nice) when they can hide in their room and take Polaroids. Lopsided ones that everyone thinks has a secret meaning (yah, old film, and not knowing which button to press). Why don’t they want to live in quiet tacky towns? Why don’t they want to live in retro clothes, while saving coins in mason jars, and driving pale pastel buggies. For whatever reason, that gives off the impression of being poor to everyone else, but ridiculously cool to me.
I don’t know what my world could be called. Or be described as. But I think f you drew if there’d be lots of signs where letters stopped glowing, and flickering street lights, and squeaky record players. So pretty much a creepy little ghost town, but better. In some ways I think I’d want everyone to live in it, but they’d destroy it with their stupid songs and dances, and where would I be then? So I will share it with this audience and hope you don’t pollute it with your modern thoughts and such.
I’ve always loved this kind of stuff, but I never really knew how to embrace it. I was too busy trying to fit in (which I never did) to try. But then I started putting fake flowers in empty glass soda bottles, and I loved it to pieces (literally, the bottle broke). So when I was using Tumblr again all that retro stuff really stuck out and I started to fall in love all over again. So UP! inspired adventure jars, and peeling paint on apartments with windows full of flowers, and tacky Californian palm trees in sunsets all started to look really great to me.
But while all that stuff is great, I do think retro clothes are definitely something special. They’re completely different than how I usually dress, and I have yet to buy many retro things. But they are just so cool, in ways that cannot be explained. Like the wide legged printed pants I am wearing today as my interpretation of all this retro grooviness (I think I am getting into this WAY TOO MUCH).
I think I would love how everything looked in my little town, but it would all feel creepy. Because everyone would go around in these diners on roller skates eating ice cream and things like that, but I have a feeling the town would be like Once Upon a Time, where everyone does the same thing everyday. And there would be these flickering lights, and run down motels, and there’s not a lot of places like that in the world anymore, so it would be a ghost town, and there’s just an underlying sense of doom in my dream town, which sort of scares me.
I really can’t imagine why I’d leave behind TV shows, and cell phones, and the internet (meaning my blog) for tackiness and bubble-gum colored houses and pastel kitchens and restaurants. But somehow I find it more fun to look at all these old things on the internet, then go and live life outside in my neighborhood. And it is funny because when school starts again I say that social studies is my least favorite subject, and I would rather learn about things happening today.
Then again, I really don’t like watching the news, because of all that murder and accidental shootings and things, so I don’t really want to learn about now either. Maybe when my teacher comes to school blowing bubblegum with high waisted neon skirts and dramatic eyeliner I will be more excited to learn about the things she has to say. Or maybe I will be more excited about the things I can write about and doodle about during class when I get bored of Ancient China and coordinate planes and other nonsense like that.
And though this probably makes no sense to some people all these pictures, and colors, and objects seem to fit together in the catalogs of my mind. It all makes sense to me (though that is what crazy people say).
Chanel and Prada
All runway photos are from Vogue.com and all the others are from Tumblr, if you would like a direct link to any photo or one taken down, contact me.
