This Artist Will Squeeze Your Heart With These Images

We’re big believers here at Mylio in the concept of photograph as time machine. And so is fine art photographer Chino Otsuka. In the video below, she describes the concepts behind her project Imagine Finding Me, in which she digitally composites her present-day, adult self into childhood photos from the family album. Such is Otsuka’s artistry that if you didn’t know what you were looking at, you’d think these were a series of non-descript snapshots, very much like those sitting sandwiched in their billions in binders and shoeboxes everywhere. But they’re so not. Otsuka clearly understands the complex set of emotions old photos – especially old family photos – can trigger; she describes how such pictures show layers of time, and are vehicles for taking us on memory journeys. “I think that’s exactly what you do when you look at the family album; that’s what you do in your mind. There’s so many different layers, so many mental time travels that go on inside your head. To a certain extent I was able to show that in an image, in a very simplistic form.” –Chino Otsuka The results are at once quiet, unpretentious, poetic verging on mystical, and it-just-slowly-seeps-in powerful.… Continue reading This Artist Will Squeeze Your Heart With These Images

Back On Great Daddy’s Beach

My great-grandfather — Great Daddy to me — was the owner of the general store in Louisville, Alabama, and spent his weekends at the fishing cabin he built with his brother a couple hours east in Grayton Beach, Florida. That area’s called the ‘Redneck Riviera’ now, but in spite of (or maybe because of) the unfavorable nickname, this quiet little beach town made for the perfect family refuge. This is where Great Daddy taught his daughter — my grandmother — how to swim, water ski, and catch blue crabs. This is where my grandmother relaxed with her own children. This is where my parents fell in love; it’s where my husband and I recently got married. That’s me on the beach with Great Daddy, though I surely don’t have an actual memory of the day. Still, I’ve looked at the photo so many times that I’ve recreated it in my mind: That summer, the shoreline was so flat you could walk out for yards without having to swim. I’d just learned to run, and was chasing the beach ball towards the water. Smitten by my excitement, Great Daddy followed me into the water, still wearing his dress shoes and slacks.… Continue reading Back On Great Daddy’s Beach

From Kitchen to California: How Mylio Keeps My Family Connected

My Story: I’m a Microsoft software engineer who uses Mylio to keep my family connected via photo sharing. I’ve been tracking Mylio from the start because a good friend of mine, JP Duplessis, is part of the company. So I’ve been using the product from its first Beta up until today – giving lots of feedback, and loving it all along. At first, it was just me using Mylio on a single PC, mainly because I was tired of the old, boring, feature-limited Windows photo apps. The family connection came because I desperately needed Mylio to solve a problem common among tech-savvy households: syncing information across multiple devices with multiple platforms. My wife uses Apple products, my son is on Android, and I’m on Windows, Android, and Linux. So you can see our challenge. For the longest time, I couldn’t get photos from my wife. Sharing from iCloud was out since she doesn’t believe in using the cloud, and doesn’t use Facebook either. Then, she lost the photos on her MacBook – twice!  — once when her laptop crashed, the second time when it was stolen. That was a wakeup call!  Oh man, I thought, I gotta get our photos… Continue reading From Kitchen to California: How Mylio Keeps My Family Connected

Did You Know You’re Leaking Memories? Here’s How, and What to Do About It

The New ‘Lost Generation’ Photojournalist and memory evangelist Kevin Gilbert says we’re losing millions of photos a year due to our increasing reliance on mobile technology – and human error. He’s on a mission to help preserve and protect those photo memories before they’re lost forever. Q: In addition to photojournalist, you call yourself a memory evangelist. What’s a memory evangelist? I’m someone who is constantly talking about memories. Capturing memories, finding memories and saving memories. I’m focused on photographs, because that’s my background. Photographs are great memory triggers. When you’re talking about photographs, you’re really talking about important memories. Q: You spoke at TEDxBeaconStreet in Boston last year about the “Lost Generation” – what do you mean by that term? I use the term “Lost Generation” because in many ways, our photo memories are lost to us. They’re lost because we can’t find them: they’re scattered across computers, cameras, smartphones and the web. We’re taking more photos and capturing more memories than any time in recorded history – we’ll take 880 billion photos this year alone. We take photos with cameras, phones or tablets, or wearables like Google Glass. Technology is a wonderful thing. It allows us to take more… Continue reading Did You Know You’re Leaking Memories? Here’s How, and What to Do About It

Bringing Papy Back to Life

This shot was taken in May 1967, four months after I was born. The big guy is Auguste, my grandfather. I called him Papy. I’m the little guy in his arms with the big smile. My Papy was an amazing role model, and lived a fascinating life; he survived two wars while simultaneously managing to be an electrician, a beekeeper, a hardware store owner, a father of two, a musician, and, for good measure, a camera and rare stamp collector. Most of my summers growing up were spent at my grandparents’ house in the south of France. Papy would take us for drives around the back country, and on rare occasions, to the ocean. The inside of his car smelled like Provence. His last car was my first. This photo lets loose memories which, once started, keep coming: fuzzy and crisp alike, vibrant with the voices of conversations recalled. Sometimes, a grainy black-and-white image is all you need to bring someone back to life. I can hear him now. Nearly fifty years after that baby smiled I remember my Grandfather, and the smile comes back. Along with a heavy heart. Fabien Royer, Mylio Bug Hunter Who knew? 1. I make things, usually involving electronics. 2.… Continue reading Bringing Papy Back to Life

Because Nobody Wants to End Up in Pieces in a Box

IMAGINE YOUR MOST PRECIOUS FAMILY PHOTOS PERMANENTLY IN THE HANDS OF A COMPLETE STRANGER. — Teju Cole, New York Times Magazine Wait — another iCloud hack?  No, Cole is describing something way more analogue: the yellowed photo flotsam – snapshots at once mysterious, mundane, and intimate — that washes up in flea markets and garage sales, to be picked over by collectors. One such collector is Cole’s friend, artist Zun Lee. Over the years, Lee has rescued thousands of “orphaned Polaroids” from oblivion – pictures whose subjects had only two things in common: all were of strangers, and all were African-American. These pictures became the photo archival project Fade Resistance, Lee’s way of showing an authentic slice of everyman Black self-representation in an era fraught with black hoodie mainstream distortion. Back to the question of family photos in the hands of strangers. How do they end up there? And what is it about this that creeps us out? Our personal photos are our memories made physical; if they end up on a card table at a swap meet, clearly something bad has happened. Something has fallen apart. Some part of ourselves has come apart. And that’s not something any of us… Continue reading Because Nobody Wants to End Up in Pieces in a Box

Me, My Mother, and Us

My mom and I are often told how much we look alike. I don’t always see it, I’m more aware of the differences – my face is rounder, she has a stronger jawline, etc. But sometimes it takes a slow day and a free app to realize just how much you look like your mother. That’s how this picture came to life. On the left is my mom at 22 – holding newborn me (very meta, I know). On the right is me, 23 and procrastinating actual work by taking a selfie.  It’s incredible to see how how we basically become one person in the photo, and just how similar we are. But we don’t only look alike — we act alike too, in a lot of ways. I inherited some great traits from my Mom, and I’m incredibly proud to resemble her — physically, mentally and emotionally. Treasure Connors, Content & Social Media Manager Who knew?  I have no tattoos (my Mom has 11). I collect sombreros. I don’t like emus. I like to shoot: Things that happen in the moment, usually when out with friends, or around cities I visit. I use my iPhone 6 because it’s fast, and readily available.… Continue reading Me, My Mother, and Us

Hundred-year Time Machine

I’ve been waiting twenty years for July 25, 2016. Really I have. And when that day comes, I know at least one thing I’ll be doing: I’ll be taking a photo. Not just any photo — I’m going to recreate a photo of my great-grandfather Fred Donner. And to do it, I’m going to need at least 45 cantaloupes, a pair of overalls, and a good hat. Years ago, while looking through old family photos at my folks’ house, I came across a picture of my great-grandfather Fred on his farm, packing cantaloupes with a farmhand. Fred was a melon farmer, working up and down California’s Central Valley. That’s him holding the melon. From the moment I saw it, I’ve loved this shot. I love being able to share a moment of my great-grandfather’s work day. I love the hats they’re wearing. I especially love seeing my ancestor in his work clothes, doing what he loved. I also love knowing exactly what day this picture was taken, because we all have old family photos, and usually we have to guess. This one has everything you need to know, painted right on the image by the photographer:  Irwin, CAL July 25 1916 Packing cantaloupes. All of this inspired me to recreate the image 100 years later — to… Continue reading Hundred-year Time Machine

Me, My Cousin, and the D-Word

This isn’t a happy story. But it’s an important story, so I hope you read on — if only to benefit from my hard lessons. This is about Death and Photos. (I warned you, right?) Now, I’m pretty young, but I do know death is a reality. Though I’ve always expected it to come along at some point, when death came visiting I found it rude, intrusive and unsympathetic to my own plans for the future. It came December, 2015. My cousin died. He was so wonderful. And his death has wounded my family’s heart. It has marked our souls. No words, really. But still. There were practicalities to deal with. With his passing came planning his service. And as with most memorial services, was a call for a visual story of the beloved’s life, something to gather around and share. A slideshow. Albums laid out on a table. Poster boards. The timeline, completed now, from his adorable infancy, to his awkward teen years, and everything in between, and all the way to the last photo before the last day. We, the grieving, need these things. But what few think about is that someone has to gather up these photos… Continue reading Me, My Cousin, and the D-Word