I couldn’t resist, I did it again. My pale skin has, once again, been decorated with some beautiful blossom. All done by the same Artist, as last time, William @pastilliam
Beauty I sometimes feel, Inked across my arm
Got my first tattoo a week back, after a year of pondering what I didn’t want, I figured it out. What could symbolize ME better than a Gramophone?
When the records have worn out, the super 8 collection discoloured and your stack of Polaroid pictures crumbled. The content may look horrible, but gain a new quality. The chemical and vulnerable nature of old media, gives it a new charm. That is widely sought after in a digital age of perfect and non-degrading picture and sound.
Flicking through coffee-stained pictures, adjusting a heavy Polaroid collage on the wall. Choosing the correct speed, brushing away the dust, carefully dropping the needle. Something you can hold in your hand, brings more affection than what you can only see and hear, but not touch.
Clear, crisp, realistic, even three-dimensional picture and sound has its quality. But its seemingly simple symmetry only works in the correct environment. With the right codecs, connection-speed and compatible device. You’ll regret not reading that manual.
The faults and indirections of old-school photography, filming and sound recording suddenly became new. Possibly because of the lack of distortion in today’s picture. Or more likely, that the charming failure of a degraded and overexposed picture. Is New today.