Love: My childhood memories of the 1970s. How epic is the wall-to-wall zebra carpeting in our living room? It was a great time to be a kid, not to mention a much less stressful time to be an adult - all the working parents on our block were home by 5:30 for dinner and never had to get back on email. When I want to ache with nostalgia, listening to The Virgin Suicides soundtrack, or even MGMT's '70s-sounding "Someone's Missing" and "Congratulations," helps set the mood.
Like: The early '70s Mercedes 350SL. One day...
Discovery: Rainbows always seem very '70s to me. Erich got me these cool glasses at Paul Smith for our anniversary - they feel at once modern and vintage.
Obsession: Movies from - and about - the 1970s. So many great ones, from Three Days of the Condor, The Parallax View and All the President's Men to The Godfather 1&2, from Saturday Night Fever (which aside from the whole disco thing is a fascinating portrait of class and the American Dream) to Star Wars. In the "about" category, The Virgin Suicides was pretty darn wonderful and stands up to repeat viewings. The scene where the girls and guys play songs for each other through the phone? Perfection.
Complaint: Much as I appreciate the digital-enabled instant gratification world we live in, it makes me sad that kids today will never know the exquisite anticipation of sitting by the boombox for hours, radio on, cassette tape ready, play-record-pause all pushed, just hoping your favorite song comes on so you can capture it.
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