“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever... it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.” -- Aaron Siskind
If there’s one thing I can do best, it would probably be thrift shopping. Or, as I like to call it, treasure hunting! You know that saying about one man’s trash being another man’s treasure? I think I took that to heart a little more than necessary (because I’ve been, uhmm, adopting other people’s “trash” for about 5 years now. Hehehe…).
So we were out one day, in one of our usual thrift shopping weekend. We decided to go to one of our favorite haunts, Cubao X, in Manila. The boyfriend was rummaging through the shop for vintage film cameras. While I was waiting for him, I found this big box of what looked like paper stuff. I opened it, with the shop owner’s permission, of course, and was pleasantly surprised.
As a kid who grew up with a mom who loves taking photographs of the family, I looooooove looking at pictures. I like going through family albums, even those that are not ours. So in that vintage shop, amidst mosquitoes and sniffles from dust allergies, I smiled when I saw what’s in the box. It’s a box full of photographs ranging from individual studio photos to candid family pictures. I spent about 30 minutes just looking at them, trying to choose the ones I’m going to take home with me.
I love the details in these pictures. Like the girls in these studio photos. I noticed that photographers from the 1920s to 1930s had their logos or names embossed on the photograph itself.
These two look like celebrities in their time.
Flip ‘em pics and you see inscriptions in the back. You begin to wonder about the stories behind each photograph. See the dates!
I absolutely fell in love with this wedding photograph. Dated March 1937.
Now these are the candid photographs. Look at that naughty little boy beside his mom. Haha!
A picture worthy of the Dream Date competition? Could be. Look at that TV! It’s smaller than my computer monitor!
Group shot with an Argus C3 (and funky cat’s eye glasses)
They weren’t so strict about haircuts, I guess…Groovy, man.
So there you have it. My little show and tell. And let me tell you, I haven’t even reached the bottom of the pile. I’ll probably go back to that little shop and look at more photographs. It’s nice to see a little bit of history and culture aside from textbooks.
Now, go and chronicle every little thing. And remember: film is forever!