It’s Fall again, and I always find myself feeling a little nostalgic this time of year. Don’t misunderstand; autumn in New York is also one of my favorite seasons because the air is crispy and the leaves are brilliant. Yet, underneath the fall foliage is a reminder of the creeping passage of time.
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to play with some 16mm O’Kane family footage that was shot in the 1920s & 30s when my grandfather was a boy. By cutting it together into a little story, I was hoping to preserve some gems: old fashioned swimming “costumes,” antique cars, and my favorite, the sledding.
You can tell how new the technology is – people pose for portraits but are unsure of what to do. I really like all the imperfections with the 16mm and enjoyed the challenge of telling a story with antique amateur footage. The fact that it’s my own family is a poignant connection to the past, that frankly, blows my mind.
On the eve of Thanksgiving, as we celebrate this family holiday, it seems appropriate to pull this out of the archives and share this little experiment of found footage. Enjoy!