One day in Elsewhere, one of my colleagues was taking photos of himself. This is very common in
Anyway, this colleague, who I didn’t actually know very well because he was sort of a distant colleague, was taking photos of himself. I was sharing around some Nice™ Coconut biscuits, and I offered him one. “Photo!” he said, so his photographer snapped a picture.
A few days later, he gave me the picture of the two of us.
I love this photograph. Not because I’m particularly close to this guy or because I particularly want to remember the mundane moment of sharing the biscuits, but because it looks thirty years old. It is the size and shape of a modern photograph, but it has a white border like an old photograph. The colors are a little faded, as photographs developed on ancient equipment in