There is something profoundly intimate about the human voice. Unlike a photograph, which captures a moment in light, or a film, which captures a moment in motion, an audio recording captures the very essence of a person’s presence. It’s the way your grandmother...
We all have that one box. It’s usually tucked away in the back of a closet, or maybe it’s gathering dust in a humid garage or a chilly basement. Inside are the markers of our lives: weddings from the '90s, first steps from the '80s, and high school graduations...
We all have that one box. You know the one, the shoebox or the dusty plastic bin tucked away in the back of a closet or under a bed, filled to the brim with decades of family history. There are loose prints from the 80s, polaroids from high school graduation, and...
There is something inherently magical about the flicker of an 8mm film projector. For many of us, that sound: the steady, rhythmic click-click-click: is the soundtrack to our childhoods. It’s the sound of Christmas mornings in 1964, summer vacations at the lake, and...
For many of us, the 1980s and 90s were defined by the hum of a VCR and the ritual of "be kind, rewind." Our most precious life milestones: first steps, high school graduations, wedding toasts, and holiday mornings: were captured on magnetic tape and tucked...
