I Looked for Alibrandi in the year 2000.

I’m a bit down in the dumps today.

My holidays, along with the year that was 2009, have both vanished in a messy haze of work, uni and driving. I’m tired and miserable and depressed that another year is upon me and I haven’t been able to catch my breath.

Sigh.

I watched Looking for Alibrandi this afternoon and I do believe that this viewing is responsible for inducing the aforementioned melancholy. In addition to studying the iconic Australian chick book in year 8 at school, I also remember watching Rage week after week to see Lo-Tel’s Teenager of the Year as number one, thinking how cool the outfits were and wishing I were hardcore and lovable enough to have a badboy like Jacob Coote after me. Then I realised that this movie was released in 2000, and then the feelings of unaccomplishment and depression quickly set in.

Grrr. I had planned to write an incredibly intelligent post concerning US vs. Australian magazines and why we’re frustratingly lacking, but I don’t think I have the brain capacity. Hence the sulky rant. Instead, I have fallen prey to the seductive ways the media has of taking you down memory lane, only to turn and slap you in the face and remind you that time is a-tickin’ and you’re getting old. The sight of the clothes which were so enviable at the time, the music, the characters, the language, the angst- all aspects link to a memory of a specific time. Goodness me.