I’m in the midst of sorting through about 40 kilos of print photographs, from the last 15 years of snapshootery.
Remember that old hairstyle you had? The spandex you wore? That girlfriend you avoid now?
I remember. It’s all right here in black and wh… er… colour. Gloss, even.
Heh.
Someone suggested I have a blackmail party, but I’m a better person that that, aren’t I? Aren’t I?