I have this obsession for old photos.
Practically any old photo is vulnerable to my falling in love with it. There’s something about a good old photograph that just wins my heart every time.
Whenever I visit home from L.A., I end up sitting for hours looking through my parents’ boxes of old photos. I buy books like Prom Night by Elissa Stein and Leisure by Bill Owens because they are stuffed with truly amazing photos like these:
I’m a total sucker for the orange-y, faded look of a 1970s photo on the beach, or a crisp posed 1960s picture of a family at dinner. I love how many old photos of young couples feature them sitting on each others’ laps, laughing, caught at a surprised moment. I study the details of the photographs, too: the painting on the wall in the background, the brick of the fireplace behind someone, any sort of decor, and everything about what the people are wearing.
I check My Parents Were Awesome daily. It doesn’t matter that they’re photos of strangers. I find a tiny daily delight in looking over the new pictures that have been posted. Here are a few of my absolute favorites from them…it was extremely hard to choose:
Okay, I’ll stop there.
The reason for my love of old pictures is beyond me. I know I like the time capsule aspect of it, but I’m not sure why else. My best friend’s elderly aunt once said, “Tori likes old things…and that’s why she likes me.” So I guess there you have it: I like old things!