I wonder how many love letters have been thrown away, ripped apart, burnt, forgotten. Love letters from your first love in 8th grade, that love letter from your secret admirer, that love letter from your ex husband. Because what do you do with them? A piece of paper like that in the moment was the most valuable thing; it showed vulnerability, care, importance, feelings no one else could understand. I feel I could never throw it away, rip it up, burn it, or forget it. No matter how many years have passed, no matter who I’m with, I could never rid of it because love letters carry so much value. Because at one point, it carried a piece of someone’s heart and they were the most important thing in your life.
Last week I shot a roll of film that I’d got free with a second hand camera. When I got back the scans I found out that the roll had already been used by the guy who gave me it and so I had double exposed it. By chance, both of us had taken a photo of a motorway landscape and this was made. His photo is from the inside of the car looking at countryside and my shot of an urban motorway is best seen on the left hand side.
This is fucking amazing