Milena Moser: Carefree Years

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The other day I was sitting in the cinema and swallowing. Don’t get me wrong, the movie (The Glow by Gabriel Baur) was great. But there was Ursula Rodel, the unforgettable Swiss designer, talking about her muse and friend Irene Staub. During the conversation, she kept pulling out stacks of notebooks, sketches, hundreds of Polaroids, framed letters. Her entire life has been documented. all your work.

And I was envious for a moment. Because I saved almost nothing myself. I am impatient and restless. Even before moving to America, which was preceded by a radical reduction in property, I was constantly throwing things away, getting rid of them, giving them away. And there is rarely enough. What I feel in the cinema is not envy, but melancholy. I miss the time the movie evokes. The time when I was young. However, unlike these women, I was not at all cool and wild, not to mention punk. Nevertheless, I recognized myself in Ursula’s words.

“We didn’t really think about it,” she said (meaning I didn’t take notes). “We just did what we wanted to do. And of course, sometimes we fell face down with him, but it didn’t matter. Most of the time it worked out well.”

He hit me like a knife – a butter knife. A chocolate knife, if there is such a thing. It was sweet pain, thoughtful, nostalgic. Yes, that’s exactly what it was. That’s how we were. Not only frontmen of the scene, but also busy followers. I wouldn’t exist today if that wild carefree attitude hadn’t been passed on to me. These women, whom I already admired then, created an atmosphere in which one could not only live, try, express oneself. It was almost expected. I can’t remember a single store-bought gift from that time. We did everything ourselves, not only because we had no money, but also because it was fun. Then I was engaged in pottery, sewing clothes, making collages, although I did not have the slightest talent for this. But it didn’t matter. It wasn’t about being “good” or even successful. It was about giving in to this inner urge to invent, to create, to do. Myself. as children.

Today, people who want to write occasionally come to me and ask me about target group research and marketing segments, success predictions, and earning potential. They never stay long, but always leave a strange aftertaste. Because a small part of me sometimes wonders if I’m just being naive or hopelessly behind the times.

Or both.

But when I get home after the movie, I remember that I already saved a few things. I have to search a little, but then I find two yellowed issues of a magazine that we created out of the ground at that time because no one wanted to print our materials. It had a circulation of 250 copies. Once we kissed each other with lipstick. All these years later, when I hold the booklet in my hands again, I am overwhelmed with the same feeling that I had then. I don’t think it ever completely left me. Still possible.

Source: Blick