Friday, January 20, 2012

The era in which you're born must have a pretty bold effect on forming your vision, rather how those experimental cats that were only exposed to vertical or horizontal lines can only see vertically or horizontally (don't ask me to explain it further. I didn't understand then and I don't get it now.).

For better or worse my formative years were in the 1980s, so you know what images were burned on my retina. Big hair still seems okay, as does satin and chintz, and I have a deep and abiding sympathy for "grandma colors" on nails and lips. Frankly, "blush" and "bashful" are okay to me.

So this is a vision that I would have adored in 1988. Aw, hell - I adore it now.

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