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Introduction
I joined Twitter in March of 2008 and quickly found myself wanting to see the faces of the people with whom I was tweeting. So to get a photo exchange started, I posted a link to an old photo of me as a child and tweeted, This is what I looked like when I was little. What did you look like? Hundreds of people responded in minutes. One of them suggested that I re-stage my childhood photograph, which you can see on the last page of this book. That is how Young Me Now Me was born.
To imitate a photograph from long ago is a strange and wonderful task. Since I began taking submissions, people have gone to great lengthsrounding up family members and gathering them in the same spot in the old backyard, sewing clothing to match styles that no longer exist, even smearing themselves in ice cream or spaghetti sauce to imitate the explosive lunchtime of a happy baby. Impressive, but the wonder comes from something else. When I look at that old picture, I am aware that it is of me but it is also not of me. My form has changed so radically over the years. I have stretched, widened, wrinkled, puffed, and roughenedthere is hardly anything left of the original. But I am me.
On the website I ask participants to focus on the simple things: the face, the position of a wrist, the curve of a smile. That is where the wonder is. That is where you find the thread that connects years ago to now. The body changes, but the expressions hold their proportions and angles across time. The most basic photographs are often the most stunning, the ones where similarity pops out from under wrinkles and streaks of gray. Endlessly browse-able and endlessly personal. I am deeply indebted to everyone who participated. Visit www.zefrank.com/youngmenowme to add your own!
Ze Frank
Creator, www.zefrank.com/youngmenowme
Rocket Man
Id wanted a Rocket. It was a three-wheeled tricycle in blue. Id seen it in Hamleys toy store and asked for it for Christmas. Come Christmas, I got some building blocks. They were nice, but I think I must have made a fuss about not getting the Rocket. Sometime afterward, I remember coming home from school, and in the middle of the garden was The Tractor. I cant imagine being satisfied with a tractor out of the box, but I know I grew to love it as it was my first vehicle. Forty years later, as an adult, you can see me pictured behind the one thing I wanted all alonga speedy racing trike!
Chris Joyce
Norways Baddest Cowboys
My dad and his twin brother have always had matching faces, but when they were eight years old, they also donned brand-new matching cowboy outfits for the celebration of a Norwegian national holiday. Although they lived in the countryside on the Norwegian coast, they felt like the coolest cowboys on the street as they posed with real plastic pistols.
Forty-two years later, on their fiftieth birthday, the brothers decided to re-create this proud moment in the exact same spot. Unfortunately, not only were fringed vests and chaps impossible to find, but the vests they ended up with had to be cut in the back to stretch across their broad shoulders.
Kim Hansen
Table Manners
Being Italian, I get way into eating my food. This is a major theme in my life. There are even family videos of me falling asleep into mashed potatoes. When I was two, my mom took a picture of me eating spaghetti as I pondered some deep questions like, Why did my parents give me a bib when all my sauce was just going to end up on my face? Though my sippy cup days are over, some things never change. Im still a messy eater, and my family still tells me I have no restraint when Im enjoying good food. Though I dont normally slop sauce on my cheeks, the Now Me picture is more indicative of my adult eating habits than you might imagine.
Lindsey Quann
Straight Faced
In 1976, our family took a field trip to the local agricultural show in nearby Gulgong, Australia. We stood out from the crowd by being a crowd ourselves. We were even noticed by a photojournalist who captured the OBrien clan on film and put us in the local newspaper. In 2010, with all of us reunited at the family farm for Christmas, we had big plans to restage the Young Me picture. Unfortunately the weather was not on our side; pouring rain forced us to move the photo shoot inside. Undaunted, we all got into position and tried our best to create the candid facial expressions we were wearing on that day twenty-four years ago.
Voren OBrien
Daddys Little Monkey
These two pictures of me and George were taken forty-five years apart. My parents gave George to me on Thanksgiving in 1966. From that day forward, he was my constant companion and a family icon.
After I grew up and moved out, George came with me around the country from Boston to Austin to New York City. Though he no longer gets outside much or shares my bed with me (except for the taking of the Now Me photo), he does still hold court over my Manhattan apartment. A few months before my dad died, he gave me the Young Me picture from 1967. He called it Bedtime for Steve and George.
Steven Dutton
A Bridge to the Past