Selective Memories.

I've had this project in mind for a while now. I have this fantastic wire curtain rod from West Elm I've been using as my Inspiration Wire. But over my bed, was well, not all that peaceful for me. I love the idea of inspiration as you fall asleep, but it was keeping me awake with ideas, which is a blessing, and then a bit of a beast. So, inspiration is moving elsewhere (please standby for that) and I have hung, instead, a series of vintage family photographs. Most I can identify as distinct memories in my mind, but some, I have no recollection of at all. And yet, there they are, these people amongst my belongings, along with family photographs from vacations, special, intimate moments captured, and a few obscure candids. Regardless of their origin, I selected these very few, from the fray, and all for reasons that touched something inside of me. Some family, some not (well, not that I know of!).

I sorted through tons of the old family photos, and discovered just these. These stood out to me. So, I scanned 'em, warmed them up in Photoshop into some sort of damaged sepia, as I wanted them to reflect that cheesy, faded brand of San Fernando Valley suburban Americana. I then blew them up and trimmed them out, with faux, old white photo borders. I love the old white borders and some already had them so I went with ahead with that theme in mind, too.


And then, I hung them along my old Inspiration Wire. I curated them in a way that made sense to me, with the space, and with the images themselves and the memories they sparked in me. I like it, and it's all the selective memories I need to feel good about my family, where I came from, and the things that shaped me and built me. The good and even the not-so-great. All right before I go to sleep...and it's nice to think, it's not all half bad.