One of my first moments with this was when I went to my first flea market with my mother and sister. It was in a huge field that was used to plant strawberries. In the back of the field, there is a huge open stretch of cleared grass. It is used for little airplanes to land. It is in the middle of the country. There were venders lined up on both sides of the stretch. It is summer. I am in highschool (we were learning about American history). My mom and sister found a dress. It was orange and chiffon. They immediately thought of me, called me over. My first real vintage piece, a dress, a flapper dress, from the 1920’s. I really just loved this era of history. It was the most amazing feeling. I remember touching it and somehow feeling like I was there! A real piece of history from that time period. I imagined the woman who it belonged to, going out during prohibition. It was just such an experience, I was hooked. The dress was mine, I still have it (though, it was altered).
Another moment, was at my grandmothers house. She always kept old things in a safe. She kept things from her parents and grandparents. This is interesting because most people keep money in a safe, but here, subconsiously (I am getting this right now), I am learning that she values old memories and things from her past more than anything else. I remember that my favorite thing as a child was getting to go through the box. It was like a little time machine. I guess this is really where I began to love the connection to old things. I feel like I learned about myself through them…
Having these links to the past… I guess I am thinking that it would be cool to show time through a clock, or an old watch. Filming that clicking… maybe. To show the craftsmanship that used to go into something, I think it would be nice to show an aged hand working with wood… I am thinking about that safe… and the key opening it (kind of like a door to the past). I still have the dress (its a skirt now), so I could use that in the filming. I don’t really know a lot about filming…
