Your Digital Photos Need This Badly

photo-books-reviewWhen we were approaching Ean’s first birthday I was going through all the photos that I had taken over the past year and it was literally thousands. If you look at just my Instagram, I posted about 900 photos in just one year. That’s a lot!

We all do this, snap away thousands of photos but we hardly ever do anything with them except posting them on social media or store them on our devices, which is a shame. Life, photos, memories are individual pieces of art that should be enjoyed on a regular basis, not something you scroll through while you’re on the toilet without WiFi.

For me, photo albums are boring. The format, the rigid order of it all just doesn’t speak to me, I’m more of a collage type of person. As extroverted as I am, I also don’t want giant prints of myself and my family around the house. The artist in me wants to be able to show them, but in a way that’s more cohesive and dynamic but not messy and fragile at the same time, and so I went online to look at options and absolutely fell in love with the idea of making my own photo books.

One thing that especially struck me was the ability to connect to Facebook or Instagram via their printing service and automatically upload photos straight away and have it printed. You just pick the photos you want to use, then choose your cover and layout, add your delivery address and you’re done. Here’s a video going over some of my impressions and keep scrolling for a complete rundown…

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The Subjectivity Of Our Memories

the-subjectivity-of-memories2With Ean still in the womb I was diligent in playing music I grew up with, music I related to and felt to be “home”. Everything from Swedish folk music to Motown… all of that which was a part of me and my upbringing (well, the positive things anyway), I felt a natural need to pass that onto Ean.

It wasn’t until today when I really dissected this thought and idea that I realised the triviality and pointlessness of it. My memories are mine and the only reason why I have a special connection with the music, food and isms that I’m trying to pass onto him, all of them are special because they are just that… MY connections.

My generation hears 8 bit music and just the mention of Nintendo makes me giggle. We spent hours trying to beat those damn levels and bosses. The long Swedish summer days that never seemed to end (which they kind of didn’t except for a short dip into darkness for an hour or two) and the snowy winters, all of which bring back a lot of wonderful memories that I shared with my friends and family. But here we are, in Malta. The sea is right under our nose, it never gets cold and 8 bit Nintendo is now an acquired taste with a bittersweet taste of nostalgia. Continue reading