I’ve recently been realizing more and more just how deeply I desire to be “indie romantic”. I drool over blog after blog, whether it be about homemade lanterns (Agnes loves lanterns), poetry, acoustic music, weird looking shoes, or making your own cleaning supplies…and for what? Well, I find some really neat things, very romantic. Not romantic like gondolas and sharing a spaghetti noodle (which, to be quite honest, I’ve never thought was romantic…not even a little bit), but romantic like summer dusk and fireflies, or loose floral dresses and hair sticking to your forehead and neck, damp with sweat…or big sweaters and french movies. That’s what I like. That kind of romance. I think it’s easy to get caught up in it, especially at this point in my life, when nothing’s for sure, things are all sort of crammed into this dreamy haze, fleeting but lingering on. I know some of you reading this know exactly what I’m talking about.
Here are a few things that I believe hurl me even deeper into the black hole of indie romanticism:
1. The hours between 7-9:30 p.m.
In summer, at least, dusk is prime time for that bubbly, drifting, almost homesick feeling, for me, that is. I think it’s positioning of the sun. The shadows are all cast long, sun rays are coming through leaves in the trees, you’re done working, things are quiet…if you were being filmed and you were predisposed to being indie-romantic and adorable and free, it would be sometime between 7 and 9:30 when you would take off barefoot running through the yard, or a field of tall grass, with some flowers (but not filled with flowers, that’s too cliché), and your audience’s stomach would be tied in dreamy knots and their eyes would be dewy and filled with light, breezy love. Don’t lie to yourself, you know exactly what I mean.
2. Softly Epic Music
Eluvium Radio on Pandora. You feel like you’re in a movie. Also effective: http://www.indieshuffle.com and http://stereomood.com
3. Gritty Black and White Photography