Found....A post by Amy Paul
There's just something about an old photo...
Anyone who knows me also knows that I have a thing for old pictures. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I've found myself at the flea market, shades down, tearing over a box of photos that are not even mine. That's right-tears over snapshots of someone else's life.
I am mesmerized by the glamour of these photo booth stills. There are only a few spots in town where you can still get four bona fide black and white frames on that signature strip.
Our staff photographer put these two cuties together with out knowing that I found them in the same box at an estate sale. They do seem to "go" together, like they know one another. He admiring her-a dashing pair.
Handwritten notes across and on the back of the old pics are among the details that I relish. Like an investigator, I scour over every edge looking for evidence of who they were. Scrolled cursive letters and curly script details spell Lillian on this one.
Fur collar, scalloped edge of a hat, cheeks stained pink...so glamourous.
Old cars and buildings are evidence of a bygone era.
At roughly 1"H x 2"W , one squints to discover a cigarette, upturned collar and a grin in this candid shot. These two are mid stride and, as is the tradition with many young men, are undoubtedly up to no good.
As they say, some things change and, well, some things stay the same
-Amy; Pigment Owner, Artist, Novice Photo Collector