At first I have to say sorry that I haven't wrote anything here for 3 months?! I am such a bad blogger...
Well I try to change it now.
I am living in a flat in a house that was built in 1951. It's nothing special but you know I'm a 50's fan and so I sit there from time to time and watch the the doors and the walls and try to imagine what happened here in the 1950s.
Maybe there was a wife who packed her bags slowly, took her child by the hand, said everything would be okay, smoothed down her skirt, wiped away a tear from her eyes, smiled to her little boy, went to the door, looked at the life she used to know one last time and closed the door silently. She never came back, her husband had cheated on her.
Or a girl who was standing in front of her mirror, combing her hair and dreaming of Elvis. Thinking things she really shouldn't think and feeling guilty because she knew her parents would tell her it's a sin.
A young man who bought a chocolate box and a red rose because he wanted to ask the girl next door to go out with him. But she wasn't at home and when he got back into his living room he looked out of the window and saw another man with his girl in his arms beside a car he could never afford.
These are just a few thoughts and I know that nothing happened like I imagine sometimes. But it's interesting to know that I'm a in a room that was the stage for so many different kinds of people and so many different stories within 59 years.
And I guess now it's up to me to write the next scene.
Montag, 2. August 2010
Mittwoch, 10. März 2010
Little Girl and the Lingerie Store
Most of the people who have a partiality for the 40s/50s/60s say that their interest started with the old movies they watched in their childhood. In my case it's different. I think I've never seen a good old film when I was a kid or at least I don't remember any more. So I searched for another clue and asked myself if there had been a chance to find out even earlier what I really like.
Somehow I remembered a day with my father, when we went to a lingerie store. He wanted to buy something for my mother. I think it was Christmas or Valentine's Day... It's a long time ago, I was about 7 or maybe 8. The salesgirl showed my father different kinds of underware. He stood there, thinking, talked a little to the woman on the other side of the counter and looked at the things she had brought. Eventually he asked me what I would choose. I decided the most elaborate bra I could find in the range in front of me and my dad heeded my advice.
When I think about this little story today it shows something to me: Although I was no pretty little girl, not even a cute one and although I didn't use to be the princess I always had a weakness for everything that shows femininity. I think that's the matter why I love red lipstick, eyeliner, beautiful dresses etc. And although you think this has nothing to do with my love for the fifties I have to contradict you. If I wouldn't like women who show what they are and enjoy this I would have never noticed Marilyn and without Marilyn I would have never noticed the 50s.
So everything has its reason in the end...
Somehow I remembered a day with my father, when we went to a lingerie store. He wanted to buy something for my mother. I think it was Christmas or Valentine's Day... It's a long time ago, I was about 7 or maybe 8. The salesgirl showed my father different kinds of underware. He stood there, thinking, talked a little to the woman on the other side of the counter and looked at the things she had brought. Eventually he asked me what I would choose. I decided the most elaborate bra I could find in the range in front of me and my dad heeded my advice.
When I think about this little story today it shows something to me: Although I was no pretty little girl, not even a cute one and although I didn't use to be the princess I always had a weakness for everything that shows femininity. I think that's the matter why I love red lipstick, eyeliner, beautiful dresses etc. And although you think this has nothing to do with my love for the fifties I have to contradict you. If I wouldn't like women who show what they are and enjoy this I would have never noticed Marilyn and without Marilyn I would have never noticed the 50s.
So everything has its reason in the end...
Marilyn Monroe and my love for the 50s
So how to begin... Maybe you should know some little things about me before I will bother you with the everyday disasters of my not very spectacular life.
I'm living in a small town in Germany where really nothing happens. One sunny day in August I was walking through our (even at 4 pm!) almost empty 'shopping street'. I entered a little shop where you can buy every needless stuff you can imagine. It was very hot outside and I was glad that I could cool myself for a few minutes while I was looking at the posters they sold. Hm... Rapper... Beer... Oh a poster of Kurt Cobain!... Weed... Bob Marley (funny, what a coincidence Kurt, Bob and weed)... Cars... And then I noticed a beautiful blonde woman lying on a pillow, looking into the camera with bedroom eyes and a wonderful smile.
Marilyn Monroe
I was directly fascinated by her and couldn't take my eyes off that picture for minutes. When I could move again the first thing I did was taking one of the posters out of the shelf and going to the cash register to buy this wonderful thing.
Back home again I started to search the perfect place to hang up my new attainment. Finally I found it and put it on the wall beside my bed.
So it was hanging there for a few hours and I was still impressed by the aura of this woman. Later in the evening I was sitting on my computer, my thoughts were still circling around the afternoon and my discovery and after a few minutes of guesswork who she was I went to the picture and searched for a clue about her name. It was not very hard to find out what her name was but this didn't reply my question WHO she was. So I went back to my computer, opened google and typed: Marilyn Monroe.
After less than 2 seconds I had more than a million results. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. 'Great! How to begin?'
When I had read the page about her on Wikipedia I was even more impressed. A wonderful woman with a huge background story and there were so many things I had to find out. The next days and weeks I spent searching for more information, pictures and everything else I could find about her. I began to listen to her songs and then, more than a half year after the 'Poster Day' my parents bought me Some Like It Hot.
I was so glad to have it and now I've seen almost every movie in which she takes part.
Marilyn was the beginning of my love for the 1950s and 60s. I loved the scenery in the old movies and the way people acted, the things I read in biographies and articles, the disaccords in the society and the things people said and did. Everything was in between and that's the matter of it. That's the thing I love. There were so many different kinds of thinking all wrapped up into one era.
But that's not everything I love about this time. There are those wonderful clothes and the music, the whole lifestyle inspires me in everything I do.
I'm living in a small town in Germany where really nothing happens. One sunny day in August I was walking through our (even at 4 pm!) almost empty 'shopping street'. I entered a little shop where you can buy every needless stuff you can imagine. It was very hot outside and I was glad that I could cool myself for a few minutes while I was looking at the posters they sold. Hm... Rapper... Beer... Oh a poster of Kurt Cobain!... Weed... Bob Marley (funny, what a coincidence Kurt, Bob and weed)... Cars... And then I noticed a beautiful blonde woman lying on a pillow, looking into the camera with bedroom eyes and a wonderful smile.
I was directly fascinated by her and couldn't take my eyes off that picture for minutes. When I could move again the first thing I did was taking one of the posters out of the shelf and going to the cash register to buy this wonderful thing.
Back home again I started to search the perfect place to hang up my new attainment. Finally I found it and put it on the wall beside my bed.
So it was hanging there for a few hours and I was still impressed by the aura of this woman. Later in the evening I was sitting on my computer, my thoughts were still circling around the afternoon and my discovery and after a few minutes of guesswork who she was I went to the picture and searched for a clue about her name. It was not very hard to find out what her name was but this didn't reply my question WHO she was. So I went back to my computer, opened google and typed: Marilyn Monroe.
After less than 2 seconds I had more than a million results. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. 'Great! How to begin?'
When I had read the page about her on Wikipedia I was even more impressed. A wonderful woman with a huge background story and there were so many things I had to find out. The next days and weeks I spent searching for more information, pictures and everything else I could find about her. I began to listen to her songs and then, more than a half year after the 'Poster Day' my parents bought me Some Like It Hot.
I was so glad to have it and now I've seen almost every movie in which she takes part.
Marilyn was the beginning of my love for the 1950s and 60s. I loved the scenery in the old movies and the way people acted, the things I read in biographies and articles, the disaccords in the society and the things people said and did. Everything was in between and that's the matter of it. That's the thing I love. There were so many different kinds of thinking all wrapped up into one era.
But that's not everything I love about this time. There are those wonderful clothes and the music, the whole lifestyle inspires me in everything I do.
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