|via visual optimism|
There’s something enticing about that nomadic life from halcyon days. The liberation from conformity and the celebration of a carefree spirit; much like the halcyon days of the seventies. Freedom, peace and love baby. Let’s not forget Woodstock too. It should come as no surprise that this era in time is one of my favorites. Not merely for the fashions but for what a good few souls cherished and firmly believed. The power of love. And those very same principles and values that I think would make our world today a much happier and pleasant environment.
Of late, I have found myself overly smitten with this editorial. Finding much inspiration whenever I set eyes on these photographs. One thing it does is it stirs the imagination for me. Feeling and envisioning a life of if I was born sometime in the 1950’s, having my twenties to revel in the magic that was the Seventies, it would transpire exactly as depicted above. Visualising draping myself in decadently luxe faux furs, leather legs and androgynous style booties. Perhaps even living out the back of an estate car, living on the road but switching it up between my motorcycle and playing shows with my guitar for pennies along the way.
Romanticism at its finest.