nostalgie de bou

A trend on Twitter: four small tasteful stills from a film. There’s virtually no film you can’t make look good in this way. There are films I loathe or am wholly indifferent to that I still find quite breathtaking presented this way. Letterbox slivers. Tiny moodboard postings of ‘iconic’ stills from canonical films. Cine-fetishism. Image addiction. Micro-gaze. What began on the big screen reduced to glints on a flat tiny surface. Cinema turned into a digital stamp album.

On summer mornings I used to rise early, to enjoy them alone; on summer evenings, to linger solitary, to keep tryst with the rising moon, or taste one kiss of the evening breeze, or fancy rather than feel the freshness of dew descending.