Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Mad Men

This is pure poetry, mixed with a bit of saccharine nostalgia. Add 1 part shameless hucksterism, and a dash of conceptualism and there you go. I rewound and watched this scene four or five times when I watched it on tv. I came up with a little aphorism back in undergrad: A photograph is a memory you can hold at arm's length.

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