its an addiction for me. for as long as i can remember i have been drawn to old photos. trips to see both sets of grandparents throughout my life typically consisted of me arriving, muttering a few words of greeting over my shoulder as i headed to the beloved box of old family photos ( in both cases they were dusty jumbled boxes, not albums which i kind of love)
i would shuffle through them handful at a time, inhaling their sweet musty smell , studying every silvery frozen gaze, every outfit, haircut, expression. turning them over trying the make out the unfamiliar old fashioned names. i would spread them out all over the floor and play a kind of memory game, matching faces from one photo to another in their different guises and different ages. trying to spot siblings, spouses, parents, grandparents. i learnt a lot about our family that way, by studying the faces of my relatives past and present, piecing together the history, frozen moment at a time.
a visit to square America is the online equivalent to this ritual. a current favourite collection is
incidentally the last photo posted looks exactly like my friend kaito.... its spooky man!