My first week in Bolivia, i spent a few days in bed getting over a stomach virus. The hotel TV was sympathetic and offered me a solid hour of Madonna music videos every afternoon. Nothing newer than "frozen" (that´s the sort of dark one from the mid nineties where she has black hair). Amazing! Just what the doctor ordered:
"You have a virus.. antibiotics won't really help, but i'll give you a prescription to calm your stomach. Don't eat anything spicy, stick to bread or rice or maybe chicken soup, nothing fried." (the infamous white diet) "Just relax and watch as many music videos from between the mid 80s and mid 90s as you can."
I´m sure he said that! But then again, i´d only been speaking spanish for a few days.
But really, if you're wondering where it went, it's all here. The clunky black dress shoes with unneccesarily thick soles, the straight, wideleg jeans, the smooth, longish sweaters, baby tees, the tees with random numbers on them in poor imitation of sports jerseys, the undercuts, the adidas tear away track pants...
I really enjoy this.. it's deliciously nostaligic for me. And more genuine than the "retro" 90's dance parties that are already starting to go down back in north america.
At the rate we're retrofying lately, fashion is practically eating its own tail.. we're like four year olds running in circles faster and faster.. i imagine us one day getting dizzy, stumbling around a bit, falling over and throwing up on the grass... and i can't wait to see how that metaphor looks in reality. (If you can call fashion reality).
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Fashion is eating is own tail? Hey yar the one who is designing cool clothes :)
It's crazy how Bolivians are so crazy about shitty 90 music from the states. Have you been to the Irish Club in La Paz? The only thing that looks vaguely irish is the wooden planks. Only music from the 90. Horrible.
It's like in Canada, people should pay more attention to the truly living music. Young groups that don't have a dime because nobody cares about. THAT is deserving music, not old pop stars crawling under cash making songs about their girlfriend.
Well that's the opinion of a outraged maniac anyway.
HAhaha! I love the Headline. That's gold. I have those wide-leg jeans, I still wear them, and maybe I'll get one of those undercuts. I already feel like an anachronism over here every time I'm in public changing the CD in my discman...
Sounds Awesome!
If it makes you feel better those parties only really happen on Crescent Street, so it's not like they're for real.
-Ben
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