1929

Inspired by 'Midnight in Paris' I decided to dress up 1920s style today. It seems the more dissatisfied I am  with reality, the further back I regress into time periods, into the safety of the past haze. I like the idea of ambiguity in time, the idea of possessing the ability to create a time slip. Through my choice of outfits I can concoct strange, hybrid time periods.

I've been reading a now treasured copy of Leonard Cohen's 'Let Us Compare Mythologies' and I keep returning back to a particular poem entitled 'Ballad'. This passage from it goes round in my head like a carousel:

"The flowers they were roses

and such sweet fragrance gave

that all my friends were lovers

and we danced upon her grave"