So I randomly came across this video; a dramatised and haunting multimedia piece on Micheal Ackerman's
Half Like. Going through my very old pictures from 2008/2009, I found some of my little brother that I had taken back in Normandie at winter time. There was snow and the sun was coming down. The amount of light was insufficient for my camera (&needless to say i wasn't what you'd call a pro with camera settings &whatnots), so all my pictures had turned out blury. It annoyed me a lot back then; but seeing them again years later completly change my opinion about them. Ok, so please bear with me: by that I mean that this dark and blurred manner, with this heavy grain aspect seems to have a different meaning for me. Maybe it's due to the fact of being far from home? (d'awww damn you nostalgia!) but my brother had become this wandering ghost from lost memories. You know those you try to remember one day, but can't because everything now seems unclear? yea, that kind.
So I guess that's why I like Ackerman's photographs. They have that story, a mystery that has an explanation we are free to make up.
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