Fotografía. El álbum familiar. 1955. New York. Washington. Miami,. Family album
Es curioso como, a veces, nosotros, los coleccionistas llegamos a olvidar cosas que tenemos guardadas.
El álbum como objeto de colección me interesa mucho siempre y cuando estemos hablando de un álbum realizado por un fotógrafo con un fin determinado.
Sin embargo el álbum familiar me interesa más bien poco salvo, claro está, el de la propia familia. Curiosamente yo soy un afortunado pues mi madre, fotógrafa aficionada, nos hizo a cada hijo un álbum de nuestra vida.
Ahora, revisando cajones, he encontrado un álbum de este tipo comprado hace muchos años en el rastro de Madrid.
Es curioso de ver la diferencia entre el viaje Grand Tour y el viaje familiar, obviamente todo a favor del primero. Uno con fotos de los grandes, y menos grandes, fotógrafo del lugar y otro con las fotos de aficinado. Pero también la vida que recogen estos álbumes, vida de desconocidos para nosotros tiene su encanto.
De todas maneras estos álbumes están desapareciendo hoy día siendo sustituidos, en el mejor de los casos, por archivos en el ordenador. La conversión o sustitución de la foto por la imagen, valga este juego de palabras, es, casi , total.
En ( google translate)
It's funny how, sometimes, we, collectors, forget about things that we have saved.
The album as an object of collection interests me very much as long as we are talking about an album made by a photographer with a specific purpose.
However, the family album interests me rather little except, of course, that of the family itself. Interestingly I am a lucky one because my mother, an amateur photographer, made each son an album of our life.
Now, reviewing drawers, I have found an album of this type bought many years ago on the Madrid' Rastro Market.
It is curious to see the difference between the Grand Tour trip and the family trip, obviously all in favor of the first. One with photos of the big, and less large, photographer of the place and another with the pictures of the photographer. But also the life that these albums collect, life of strangers for us has its charm.
Anyway, these albums are disappearing today being replaced, at best, by files on the computer. The conversion or replacement of the photo by the image, worth this play on words, is almost total.
It's funny how, sometimes, we, collectors, forget about things that we have saved.
The album as an object of collection interests me very much as long as we are talking about an album made by a photographer with a specific purpose.
However, the family album interests me rather little except, of course, that of the family itself. Interestingly I am a lucky one because my mother, an amateur photographer, made each son an album of our life.
Now, reviewing drawers, I have found an album of this type bought many years ago on the Madrid' Rastro Market.
It is curious to see the difference between the Grand Tour trip and the family trip, obviously all in favor of the first. One with photos of the big, and less large, photographer of the place and another with the pictures of the photographer. But also the life that these albums collect, life of strangers for us has its charm.
Anyway, these albums are disappearing today being replaced, at best, by files on the computer. The conversion or replacement of the photo by the image, worth this play on words, is almost total.