Scanned Pictures - 1993 to 2005, a set on Flickr.
A few months ago I purchased an amazing little tool called the Wolverine Photo Scanner (see link below for more details if you are interested). The tool scans negatives and slides into .jpg format photos that you can then load onto your computer and post online. So for the past few months I have been scanning all of the negatives I have managed to save over the years and over the multiple moves from country to country and apartment to apartment. I finally finished uploading and labeling them all this week as I had a bit more downtime than usual, with it being Christmas and all.
A few months ago I purchased an amazing little tool called the Wolverine Photo Scanner (see link below for more details if you are interested). The tool scans negatives and slides into .jpg format photos that you can then load onto your computer and post online. So for the past few months I have been scanning all of the negatives I have managed to save over the years and over the multiple moves from country to country and apartment to apartment. I finally finished uploading and labeling them all this week as I had a bit more downtime than usual, with it being Christmas and all.
The photos are a mix of moments in time, taken between 1993
and 2004, mainly of people and places in my life at the time. The amount of
nostalgia felt while labeling all of the photos was intense, as there are
moments that I had forgotten about, and moments that I will never forget as
long as I live. Some people come and go over time, others remain around,
however far away you may live from each other and however many months pass between
conversations. The photos are all mixed up, as I didn’t have the heart to sort
them by year, so you may find an image from 1994 in our old house in Sassenage,
France right next to one of me and my volunteer friends in Kibbutz Evron in
Israel in 2003. I feel as if this entire set is a snapshot of a decade and of
the changes and non-changes that may have happened over those years. I thought
about making a playlist to accompany the set, but it would have taken many hours
and would have been too long to accomplish before the end of the year. Maybe a
project for 2013?
Before I post an obligatory piece about 2012, I felt a real,
old-school nostalgia piece was needed, not only because I feel that it helps me
to collect all these images in one place, but also because a lot of my friends
are probably going to appreciate seeing these, especially as at the time none
of us had cell phones and cell phone cameras, and I was usually the only one
who would take photos during our random nights and days out…
Take care of all your
memories. For you cannot relive them. Bob Dylan
From our house in Sassenage, through the apartment in Ile
Verte, Grenoble right through to my first apartment alone with my best friend
and roommate Maud, my home was always the main meet-up place and place to hang
out for me and my friends over the years. Cooking up pots of pasta and sauce
and smoking hash in the Ile Verte, listening to metal into the early hours
before going out to explore the huge graveyard down the street; making mulled
wine and listening to The Cure on vinyl at our place on the 5th
floor at 5 Rue Crépu in Grenoble; standing on the balcony and belting out parts
of Mozart’s Don Giovanni to our neighbours at 4am; playing tarot around the
table talking about the world and how we could change it…
Walking through the streets of Grenoble with bottles of wine
in our hands; sitting on the steps of the FNAC and the church waiting for
something to happen. Trips up to the Bastille and nights spent drinking in bars
until we were drunk enough to go dance in a club up in the mountains; Paris
with Maud and dancing to Bauhaus in a basement bar; electro-goth nights in
Grenoble and Lyon; Nick Cave in Lyon in 2001 and standing speechless in front
of him, because what on earth can you say to someone you adore without sounding
like an idiot? Months and months spent on a kibbutz in Israel, making new
lifelong friends and drinking cheap Russian vodka, dancing on tables until 5am
and getting up at 6am to go to work in the kitchen. Walks and naps on the beach
in Nahariya; talks around bonfires and an 8 day trip around Egypt with $150 in
my pocket. Visits to my family in Sacramento, California, meeting up with old
high school friends and realizing that some things never change. Little Luna
cat as a tiny kitten, still the same little Luna as she is today, 12 years
older. Working in the pub in Empingham, England; hanging out in the graveyard
and talking for hours; walking around Rutland Water and waiting for the next
big thing to happen…
There are so many moments I could write about, so many
moments I have already written about and made into chapters of a book that I
may or may not finish one day, and I love having a visual reference to these
moments in time and to the people I shared these moments with. There are about 400 photos in the set, and there are some people and photos missing because I somehow lost the negatives along the way, but the ones I chose and/or found really portray a great view of our lives at the time.
“Memories are what
warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart.” - Haruki
Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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