I believe I belong in the de-saturated photographs of the ’70s.
I feel more like a child of decades past than one of the current digital age. At home, I surround myself with secondhand retro furniture, always opting for the pieces covered in rust, chipped paint, and scratches that feel like they have stories to tell. I cover my white modern tiled floors in vintage kilim rugs, posters of old-school babes like Robert Redford and Paul Newman adorn my walls, while Neil Young, the Doors, and The Velvet Underground play on repeat.
I grip tightly to the old days in most facets of my life, paying homage to a past I wasn’t even a part of. I live in a quiet pocket of the southern Gold Coast, a sleepy part of town where the pace seems just a little bit slower. Girls with year-round sun-kissed skin soak up the sun on the sand. Boys with long golden locks and tanned barefeet pile single-fin retro surfboards into their old classic station wagons that conveniently double as mobile homes. Candy-colored fibro beach houses, otherwise known as ‘beach shacks’, are scattered around this part of town, their interiors stuck in a time-warp with pink and maroon tiles and ’70s shag carpet. But it’s the exteriors of these derelict, dilapidated, and ramshackle shantys that really speak to the nostalgic roots of the Gold Coast.
While they’re dwarfed by the new buildings and high-rises that surround them, they stand testament to the golden years. Retro ’50s and ’60s architecture and grassy front yards make it easy to imagine kids running crazy from sun up to sun down with no internet, no mobile phones, and no worries. It’s this simplicity and informality that are the hallmarks of these beach shacks which I am so fond of.
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