Century Road

[smokingboot]

I am only calling this post Century Road because a friend has identified the photo below as one of the parties at her house there. Early 90s I'm guessing. I gather this must have some sort of 18th century meets Gothic Rave, but have absolutely no memory of it.



My mother's gift of a watch does not go with any other part of my outfit. That top needs cinching. Why am I clutching a plastic bag?

Of the folk in and around the photo, the gent in the wig lived happy and well off and died the same way beloved by his partners and friends, the other found himself a long term partner, created a family, pursued his genius, and rumour has it became something of a gentle recluse, recoiling from the clamour of everything. The lady who remembers Century Road found her own muse in art and left London for the peace of Kent, her then husband later got into and out of Scientology, and even now spends his time on social media presenting the world with videos from youtube channels with names like Truther777 and WhatTheyDontWantYouToKnow.

And the idiot in the middle, with her eyes closed and her Marie-Antoinette make up? She had a few falls but she found true love and good friends, travelled like a bird, wrote a bit, and turned out OK.

Comments

[mallorys_camera]

And she is gorgeous then as now! ❤️

[smokingboot]

Ah, you are lovely, thank you! ❤️

[bleodswean]

LOVE this and you are such a hottie. Also enjoyed your poetic rumination of roads traveled. This makes me want to dig up pix, but mine are from the 80s.

[smokingboot]

Thank you, you make me smile with your kind words. I'd love to see your pics, so if you ever do fancy sharing... the 80s were so magnificently bonkers! I feel a bit sorry for people who hit adulthood now. Despite the cold war, the rise of AIDS, and a lot of difficult stuff, we seemed to have a better time. But maybe that's just nostalgia overload.

[benicek]

I like the potted histories.

[smokingboot]

Thanks, they certainly gave me food for thought.