post inspired by images of 90's Ibiza.

If I could travel in time I would be a blitz kid. Or i'd visit the Balearic isles in the 90's. And I'd dance with boys with long hair who are now probably men with wives and kids and responsibilities. And greying hair and office jobs. I'd take his hand and make him promise that he'd never trade in his spangled Aladdin pants for a grey wool suit most likely picked by his wife, the wife who just doesn't compare to the love of that summer. I'd remind him that maybe it's going to be a trap and perhaps being a party boy for life might be a good thing, routine might not be all its cracked up to be? I'd love to be the camera that would capture his image and that lifestyle to remind him years later that those were the best years of his life, inspiring nostalgia and a longing for what was before.