Every now and then, I need a break the proverbial hamster wheel of design, selling, blogging, teaching, never-ending dieting and answering emails from shirtless men holding fish claiming they are far younger than they clearly are, to recharge. I’m pretty sure I am in need of an immediate creativity defibrillation as I have felt over the past few weeks as if the imagination and inspiration from the right-side of my brain has been oozing out my ears.
How do I recharge, you ask? With an 80s movie, of course.
Life always needs an 80s movie. I mean, I feel like I am a walking 80s movie most of the time.
You know, the female lead, trying to break away from the pack to stand out and be different as constant wacky, slap-stick events keep tripping her up from her unacquainted love for the older, college all-star as high school’s nerdiest outcast keeps trying to make her regret ever turning him down … but that’s another story for another time.
80s’ film hold such classics as:
• Can’t Buy Me Love (1987)
• Valley Girl (1983) — an ALL-TIME fav
• Girls Just Want to Have Fun (1985) — another ALL-TIME fav, I mean it stars SJP. Need I say more?
• Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)
• The Breakfast Club (1985)
• The Lost Boys (1987) — the beginning of my Kiefer Sutherland obsession
• Pretty in Pink (1986)
• Breakin‘ (1984)
Growing up in the 80s, I have great fondness and severe nostalgia for such things as neon clothing and excessive accessorizing.
Coincidently, Netflix delivered, Breakin’ 2: Electric Boogaloo (1984), for this weekend’s viewing. PERFECT.
I loved every minute. The stunning asymmetry of this past decade’s fashion made me gasp with elation. I had forgotten about wearing one big earring in one ear and one small earring in the other, wearing one cuffed earring, wearing one glove – either sequenced or lace, all while wearing one bandana tied around your ankle of choice. It was breathtaking.
Everything back in the 80s was excessive – especially the accessories. Everyone sported multiple versions of the same accessory and wore them all at once. SWATCH watches (of which, I had three), hand-cuff toggle belts, different colored socks – tucked over the pants, of course. It all brought a tear to my eye.
As the credits rolled, I felt the pulse of my creativity start to beat again. Although, faint, the 80s once again has revived my mojo.
Now to resurrect my love life; i’s acute and in need of a full transfusion. An IV of foreign films, perhaps.
In the meantime, I’m wishing for a Sixteen Candles (1984) type of 40th birthday, sharing my cake with my own Jake Ryan.
Like, that would be pretty rad fur sure.
Please enjoy watching Breakin’ (1984) in its entirety above.