Operation Memories

If I ever had to leave my house and I only had a minute to do it, I’d use it to get all the photo albums, nothing more.

I’m terribly fond of old photos.

I had these pictures of my dad on the wall for years and looked at them every day. The big one is from 1968 shot in the same room after I’m working, the other smaller ones are from the years 40-50-60, you can see my grandfather too.

One day I promised myself to turn them into something to take with me.

The main problem was how to attach photos to the skin, how to protect them and give elasticity.

After a few days of experiments gone to no avail I succeeded in the intention. I’ve had three pocketbooks and I can’t hide the excitement of using them every day. I feel like I have a guardian angel and I firmly believe that there is no final separation as long as the memory exists.

If you have a photo of your grandparents, parents, children, grandchildren, girlfriend/or dog, a look that you are particularly fond of, and want to make a unique gift, contact me.

A clutch like this costs 99.00.

No one is sure of ending up in heaven but the memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be driven.