For those of us born more than 30 years after Woodstock, the four-day music and art festival is more legend than history. The fences being torn down to accommodate hundreds of thousands of unexpected people, the grid-locked cars, the on-and-off rain, the nudity and love and careless sleeping situations – it’s a reflection of everything we (millennial teens) imagine the late 60s and 70s to have been.
It’s difficult not to feel nostalgic, and even slightly bitter, over a past you can never touch or experience. I think in 2018, Woodstock appeals to youth culture more than ever before. In a time when the way we understand music festivals is shifting – and Coachella tickets start at $450 – you can’t help but daydream longingly of muddy grounds and sweaty moshpits and blanket-draped kids swaying to the music of a past generation, utterly devoted to love and peace.
Woodstock imagery remains ubiquitous in 2018, and at least if I cannot experience it for myself, I can dive into grain-soaked scans and feel as if I’m maybe there.
a moodboard, for you.