Lost and Found: Throw Away Baby
There is something voyeuristic in the finding of another’s belongings and displaying them on the internet for the world to see: I would be lying were I to say otherwise.
And there is precious little more personal than the discovery of someone else’s photographs. Even more so when they come in the form of a faded film strip, for then, you must dig deeper, decoding the message, deciphering their language until you are left with their essence: a color memory of a moment in time as the camera saw fit to judge it.
Here you will see a snippet of someone else’s life: a rare moment that is not affected by anything you do or say.
Found crushed against a granite curb in Greenpoint, Brooklyn – a traditionally Eastern European enclave. A drunk lay near by, his nose askew and crusted with blood.
“Creepy is as creepy does, and dude… this is creepy.”
