Halls of museums, stacks of old photos, and magazines from a generation ago are filled with people perfect for their moment. Dressed for the day, they’re beautiful and fresh. Wherever they go, others nearby notice their presence. They breathe with a calm confidence: “I own right now.”
There is fragility in being so cutting edge; that’s the challenge and that’s the appeal.
Time marches on, and the moment flees. The look fades. The particular players of a given time yield as the younger ones take hold, with the same deep easy breaths.
The throne never changes, but the king does.