Three years ago I revealed my former life...
Is today's repost proof one can go back in time?
Isn't it grand? Isn't it great?
Yesterday I finally saw Baz Luhrmann's new
Great Gatsby. Having heard more than a few
mixed reviews, I had to see for myself. Thus
friend "C" and I took in a matinee. From the
soundtrack to performances, to sets, to frocks,
WE ADORED IT. But why wouldn't I? Odd
as it may sound, I once lived in the twenties.
So in essence I've been there... done that!
Isn't it... nowadays?
Now that you know I'm certifiable you're
wondering where my delusional thinking
comes from. The fact is I've always had
an affinity for that time and place. One so
innate, deep, and natural that one cannot
but embrace the theory and possible reality
of reincarnation. Otherwise can does one
explain a strong connection to times past?
There's men. Everywhere jazz. Everywhere booze...
My inner flapper finds the slicked back
yet clean cut Arrow Shirt Man beyond
appealing. And while I never thought
I'd say this, I'll confess that Leonardo
DiCaprio was incredibly handsome in
the role of Mr. Jay Gatsby. His tender
portrayal of the delusional spurned ex
lover turned gangster was touching.
The twenties were one big party. An entire
generation has lost their friends and lovers
to the devastation of WWI and the Spanish
Influenza. What better way to forget the past
than to rip off your corset, shear your locks,
shorten your skirt, drink some hooch, and
DANCE! And who better to capture those
decadent days than Baz Luhrmann?
You can life the life you like.
But nothing stays...
They say you can't go back. Yet part of
me yearns to do just that. Maybe that's
why the Passion Pit has so much appeal.
Built in 1917-1918, it feels so right, so
natural. I connect to it in ways I can't
describe. Who knows... maybe I lived
there before? Deja vu or... round deus?