Probably since I was 13 there was always this feeling inside of me as if I was born in the wrong era.
I used to get excited about anything from the past. My grandmas photo collection belonged to my favourites, as the contrast between the times was the most visible. But anything from old Guns N Roses cassettes to my moms old New Year’s Eve dresses was thousand times more exciting than anything new I could get. I don’t want to say my parents purposively built this early onset nostalgia but I guess they helped it. Just to note this: my parents are not these exceptionally cool parents that belonged to hippie cults in the 70s or had their own bands. Just your regular parents with let’s say a better than average music taste.
The older I got I realised that honestly there’s more negativity than positivity about the past, taking into consideration the political context especially in Poland. But I see in myself a tendency to romanticize it, and rather than think about the whole world, my thoughts race to California and sunny places. I mean we didn’t live through these times so we selectively choose what builds our ideas of let’s say 60’s or 70’s. We take out the aesthetically pleasing bits without the consideration of any cultural or historical context.
It sometimes makes me feel like I live in my own egoistic world by doing so but I guess that’s how our generation partially is.
But still I feel that the older I get the more I fall in love with the early 1970’s. Just so that you know how obsessed I am, I recently started a 70’s porn collection and in about 15 minutes I’ll be hanging scanned images from these magazines above my dining table. I feel at my best in my baby pink go go boots and the only thing that is missing is a fringe (which I won’t get because of my potato shaped face, don’t get me wrong I love it but we need to look at the realties here).
While we strolled the streets of central London last Sunday, we got a couple of weird stares. Maybe three years ago this would have made me feel uncomfortable but especially this outfit gave me so much positive energy and sass that I couldn’t have cared less about people giving me looks. I grew to the point that wearing skinny jeans from Topshop makes me feel weird and uncomfortable while when I wear my go go boots I’m just extremely confident. If you told me four years ago that I would be ashamed to go out in skinny jeans, I wouldn’t have had believed you. I love where I am today and how comfortable I feel with wearing things that many consider ridiculous. I love that I can just stroll out for a coffee in my 70’s looks feeling like a queen!
Photos by Jenny Lafer