Woodstock 1969

(Theory dress, browns wedges, and other than that I am not wearing any other clothing)

Welcome to my revisitation of woodstock. The first picture is of some crazy crowd during the 1969 woodstock celebrations...found it on google (which is how you know it must be authentic). The rest of the pictures are of me enjoying myself in some random woods, throwing the pretty dress around having a damn good time and what not. I usually don't gravitate towards floral patterns, but this dress (which I am sorry to say I borrowed from a friend) is not only super comfortable, but the print reminds me of one of those flowy dresses you'd throw on for a summer night out in some old school seaside town after a long sunburnt day at the beach - enjoy the odd reference. It also clearly has subconciously reminded me of woodstock because that has turned into the theme of this post.

So turn on some jefferson airplane, santana, janis joplin and the who. It would have been incredible to be a part of something like that...one of the moments that changed a turbulent decade into one of the most defining moments of rocknroll history (not to mention the mad drugs). Peace.

"Genius 'Round the World Stands Hand in Hand, and One Shock of Recognition Runs the Whole Circle 'Round"

If you haven't already detected my love for the novel Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Hunter S. Thompson is a god) - note the subtitle of this blog - you should know that reading it this past December changed my life. Not kidding. Vacationing in Florida with my family over christmas, I needed a little something to escape to. Thought it might as well be the story of two middle aged "journalists" on a drug rampage across Las Vegas. The music references are also incredibly great. I'm not someone who usually freaks out over a passage in a book, but when I read the one below I had to reread it a good seven hundred times to fully figure it out. Thompson does an insane job of getting across what life was like in the sixties (truly a genius way of putting it). The random looking bits in a larger font are the parts that really hit me. If this is what it was really like...hell. Somebody better invent a goddamn time machine during my lifetime.

"My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights - or very early mornings - whenI left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hor wearing L.L. Bean shorts and a Butte sheepherder's jacket...booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turn-off to take when I got to the other end (always staling at the toll-gate, too twisted to find neutral while I fumbled for change)...but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: No doubt at all about that...

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. I not accross the Bay, then up the Golde Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda...you could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...

And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - or side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave..."

- Hunter S. Thompson

the velvet underground

(Kiki de Montparnasse Ingenue soft lace bra, Topshop Vintage Inspired Lace Bralet, "Crucifix Rosary 25"" Necklace", Sam Edelman 'Zoe' Ankle Boot, Browns Leather zip leggings, Net-a-porter Stretch silk-satin shorts, Misselfridge Black Lace Shoulder Jacket)

There is something so mesmerizingly appealing about the 60s. It’s a bunch of small things really, that make this decade so unique and so unrepeatable. The social revolutions (Summer of Love in San Francisco), counterculture, creative expression and drug rampages shook this decade to the point where Jefferson Airplane’s Paul Kantner recalled “if you can remember anything about the sixties, then you weren’t really there” (you’ve gotta love that quote). I think this look more or less sums up the sixties – lace, leather, zippers, lingerie, LEATHER (in case you missed it the first time or needed reinforcement). Part of me strongly wishes to blow my life savings on every item above and wear it all out for one crazy night in Los Angeles or New York. But on second thought I’d better not do that for the sake of my future education and my dignity. Rampaging around some wild city in those leather zippered pants to the sounds of White Rabbit is a future aspiration of mine though…one day. For now I’ll settle for just ogling the computer screen and pretending that I was alive 50 years ago to live it all. Goddamn my birth year.