Press Rewind

January 4, 2018

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Reformation dress and pants
DVF purse
Carla Colour sunglasses
By Far boots
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Vintage cars. Old Coca Cola bottles. Cat eye sunglasses. What is it about things from the past that warm our hearts? Some might say what is vintage is so overdone nowadays, but for me it builds up the imagination. Just like my dad’s stories from when he a kid growing up in California. Those are the stories that I love hearing the most, even after he tells them 100 tims. Los Angeles back then seemed so much more interesting. So much more alive and in the moment. His friends would show up at his house in a vintage Chevy Camero without a phone call beforehand, and a road trip would ensue just like that. A few 25 cent hamburgers later they will find themselves sitting on the roof of the car during the sunset on a beach a few hours away from home. Now that was real California living. The future was far less visible, especially being so untouched by social media. What was more important was the there and now. There is a quality in the action of picking up a phone book and dialing a number to make a call. Or telegrams! Things sure weren’t as easy as they are today to get done, but that was the beauty of it. A beauty that we so easily forget nowadays. Just about any service is just one click away in our modern day and world. Maybe a click too close for comfort.

And then I stop in the middle of a photoshoot to look at the quality of a vintage car that I’m leaning on. I admire its grace. Its smoothness. Its longer length and emphasized curves which feel exaggerated and almost cartoonish. It’s as if it has a heart and a soul. They don’t make them like this anymore. They don’t make a lot of things like this anymore. So when I find something that does have that vintage grace and quality, I cherish it. I give myself more time to appreciate it. To share it. To call out its perfectly manufactured nature and visual appeal. And then sometimes I think, why do we not do this on a normal day to day basis with the new things we currently have. When did things become so disposable? When did new get old so fast? When did old become such a dirty word? And I think about these things, and I open my eyes up 100 times more to what is around me. The sky, which may be the oldest thing I have set my eyes on. Above my head ever since I was born, and for centuries before me. How did I jump from a vintage car to the sky? I don’t know. But I do know that I want to treat the things in my life, the things that my eyes see, the thoughts in my head, like this sea foam green vintage car that holds so many stories. Take this into acount, then maybe, just maybe, you won’t need to feel the need to rush into the future at supersonic speed as much. Maybe 2018 should be all about REWINDING. I’ll leave the time up to you πŸ˜‰ 

 


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