There is a specific kind of magic found in the flicker of an old 8mm projector. It’s the way the dust motes dance in the beam of light, the gentle rhythmic clicking of the reels, and the silent, slightly jittery images of people who shaped our lives. For many of us,...
There is a specific kind of magic hidden in the dusty corners of our attics and basements. It lives inside rectangular plastic bricks known as VHS tapes. For many of us, these tapes hold the only existing footage of a child’s first steps, a grandparent’s laughter, or...
There is a specific sound that anyone who grew up in the 70s, 80s, or 90s knows by heart. It’s the mechanical clack of a plastic door closing, the whir of a spindle taking up slack, and that faint, warm hiss that precedes the first note of music or the first word of a...
For many families, the most precious moments of the mid-20th century are locked away in small, circular yellow boxes tucked into the back of a closet or a damp basement. These reels of 8mm and Super 8 film contain the only moving images of weddings, first steps, and...
For many of us, the most precious moments of our lives are currently trapped in small black plastic rectangles tucked away in the back of a closet or a dusty attic box. Whether it is your wedding day from 1994, your child’s first steps, or a late-night holiday...
