I have always been a little obsessed with days gone by.
Even as a kid, I loved watching movies and TV shows that took place in another time.
Once I was older and living on my own, all of my house-decorating tastes drifted toward the eighteenth and nineteenth century.
And now, with the popularity of steampunk, once can even wear twenty-first century clothing flavored by the gothic and Victorian.
I even have dogs that are throwbacks, reminiscent of the English manor home and laps of aristocrats. Mostly laps, really. Of any kind. (Italian greyhounds are great for Renaissance paintings and thigh warming).
Gerard David, ‘The Virgin and Child with Saints and Donor’,
probably 1510. London, The National Gallery. (Italian grey on the tile)
The 2011 Woody Allen movie, Midnight in Paris, addresses this theme. I don’t want to give anything away because it’s definitely an Allen movie worth seeing, but the main character, played by Owen Wilson, is obsessed with the past. He has a chance to go back and visit some of the characters from the time periods he loves, but he finds that they, too, are longing for a time gone by. In essence, people in every period of history long for the past.
Do you agree? Are we innately wired to long for the past?