The article reflects on a visit to the Leigh Bowery exhibition, where the author grapples with nostalgia and self-identity through Bowery's performances and the context of nightlife from over 30 years ago. The author connects their past experiences in clubs with present reflections on freedom and embarrassment, emphasizing a certain familiarity despite the elapsed time. Simultaneously, a connection is made to an exhibition focusing on The Face magazine, highlighting the distortion of personal memories becoming art history, evoking feelings of light distress and recognition of change in the cultural landscape of nightlife.
This was the I suppose narcissism I brought to the exhibition with me, riding on my shoulder like a chip or a parrot.
Perhaps because it represents, for me, the first dangerous feelings of freedom.
It was a period of time when you could still get a job, perhaps, by simply hanging around somewhere for long enough.
It felt as if we could have been. This was the I suppose narcissism I brought to the exhibition with me.
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