Dusty Wentworth

If you’ve walked through a high street lately, you may have noticed a peculiar sensation creeping over you. It’s that strange déjà vu of spotting a teenager wearing flared jeans, your favourite band’s logo on a T-shirt from thirty years ago, and a scrunchie so large it could double as a small neck pillow. You look around and wonder if you’ve accidentally stumbled into a time warp, or worse, become an unwilling extra in a 1990s music video. This, my friends, is the great cultural recycling plant at work. The old is new again – only this time it’s dressed in irony, Instagram filters, and sustainable cotton. Welcome to the resurgence of nostalgia. The Comfort of the Familiar Nostalgia has always had a seat at the cultural table, but lately, it seems to have taken the head seat, poured itself a large glass of wine, and started handing out dinner rolls. In fashion, music, and home décor, elements from the past are reappearing with unapologetic boldness. There’s a psychological r...