Early years

I am looking back at my snapshots in the early years. "I am looking back" is already a pleonasm. We look back at each photograph taken. A photograph is the past.

We cannot possess reality (the present) but we can possess photographs (the past). This way we can face our past as the Greeks were entering Death backwards, so in front of them was their past.

Photographs create a reverie. They are our attempts to revendicate another reality. The one of the person/subject/object/landscape depicted.

And this can be even more true for the pictures of past lovers and idols.

So time passed; it abberantly positions these photographs (of mine), even mostly amateurish, at the level of art.

Change is continuous, and together with the way we are taking pictures, we also change our way of looking at them. The aesthetic values undergo dramatic shifts almost as fast as technology modifies our gestures handling the newest cameras.

I will not say anything about this picture. Just that it is another image waiting for a future swing in contemporary photographic taste!