It was one of those rare coincidences. A full moon and a gathering of people, many in costumes. The confluence of make-believe, night and full moon made this year's art deco weekend seem unusual, special.
As I was walking along I took this photo. Quite accidentally the boy, dressed in a cap, seems to be gesturing like a small deco statuette.
Over the weekend you see lots of uncomfortable people, or people to whom the style is not suited. (For women in
particular the 'twenties style was based on a slim boyish silhouette. It was young person's fashion, quite deliberately.)
But every so often you see someone who summons up the past. Their costume is extraordinarily evocative.
What I like about the festival is that it gives people the permission to have some make-believe in their lives.
And the way everyone has taken to seem to imply we all desperately need this quality.
Last night driving home the whole town seemed alive.