Many times I think where would I go in time if I had a time machine. I would definitely visit the ’40s just to wonder around the streets in Louisiana in hopes to catch a glimpse of Louis Armstrong, or perhaps hit a nightclub in New York City to hear Miles Davis play. Maybe I would go see the pyramids being built or man’s first step on the moon. Maybe I’d go watch Michelangelo paint or peek at how the Mona Lisa really looked like in real life.
But one thing I can tell you for sure: I would make a pit stop in the ’70s, to live between bell sleeves, flared bottoms, vinyls, disco balls and tons of velvet for a little while. I would soak up the colorful fabrics and the incoherent, busy, patterns. And I would bring back, of course, a myriad of Isaac Hayes records to fill out my entire reading nook.
Bell sleeves, polka dots, choker and flared jeans