Some people need the past to be tangible. For them, the past doesn't just disappear into nothingness. It stains every object they encounter.
We're temporal beings, and our identity is constantly being shifted and affected. Collectors find Time's attack on their identity distressing, so they fight back by shrouding themselves with mementos, hoping to keep their identity intact and accessible.
For the collector, the past is not something to forget or to let go. The past is a companion. It's a friendship worth preserving.
Written by Daniel Paredes
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An ongoing portrait series of off-season Santas
Throughout my travels, I've noticed that the collection of men that live in a city serve as the perfect description of what that city is like. Meet my Miami Boyfriends.
When Photographer Mary Beth Koeth first moved to Miami Beach, her daily bike commute took her up and down Washington Avenue, where she passed the Eighth Street bus stop. There, around the same green bench, a group of men and women congregated. Buses came and went, but the people stayed, watching the neighborhood like a close game of tennis. A bench regular named Julia, the only one that spoke English, told Mary Beth, “No, we’re not waiting for the bus. We live in the retirement home here, and this is where we meet.” Every day for the next month, Mary Beth snapped pictures while the people gossiped in their backyard. Mary Beth realized that pockets of familiar faces are what make a city feel like home, and she is happy to share this series of familiar faces, the People of the Eighth Street Bus Stop.
Written by Laura Lee P. Huttenbach