Go. Find something old. Photograph it as if it has just arrived from a distant star.
Irenka sets it on the windowsill. She does not wind it. She photographs the face – not straight on, but from a low angle so the crack in the crystal catches a sliver of reflection. Then she photographs the back – the scratched steel, the faded engraving of a date. maturenl 24 03 29 irenka photographing my old s new
The file name stares back from the folder: maturenl_24_03_29_irenka_photographing_my_old_s_new Irenka sets it on the windowsill
– Irenka arrives at the apartment. She carries a single camera (a Fujifilm X-T5, she believes in APS-C sensors and classic chrome film simulation) and one lens (a 35mm f/1.4, manual focus). No tripod. No strobes. Then she photographs the back – the scratched
– She asks you to hold the watch. She photographs your hands, not the watch. You realize: the watch is old, your hands are older. But the new is the relationship between them – the way your thumb naturally rests on the crown, as if ready to wind it, even though you never do.