#schoolrust aesthetic

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Another (2012)

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I'm going insane I think

So um... I did indeed delve into photography

Taking these has been more fun than I thought it'd be so expect more in the future. I also made an edit/collage but tumblr limits how many images you can have in one post so stay tuned for that in the notes

places that feel lost but found. places that feel abandoned but lived in. haunted but urban, or suburban. just out of sight or rarely paid attention to, but nostalgic somehow? a softer more human side to things that are run down or broken, the inverse of a liminal space almost. These photos are just the beginning of it, I want to photograph a lot more in the near future, from small thrift stores to some of my own old belongings to cozy but messy living spaces with lighting that's a bit too yellow to old books to whatever odd things I find along the way.

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Abandoned trailer house, TX, 3/16/2024

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Thinking lately about how schoolrust is like a sister to liminal spaces.

They both house an inbetween of our day to day lives; a forgotten place you'd rarely find yourself in, an abandoned house or business, an object no longer serving its function.

Both are drenched in a sense of nostalgia and grief for the places we've been and departed from.

But there's one key feature that really defines each one and makes them unique experiences - preservation.

Liminal spaces linger on the unsettling nature of the pristine and unused. An empty mall, a clean, freshly painted playground after closing hours, a well-maintained office with no workers. It is Preserved, but Untouched.

Schoolrust lingers on the abandoned as well; but in a state of decay and disrepair.

But most of all..

It's so, so, very lived-in.

Toys that have been worn to rags, kitchens full of clutter from meals past, lace curtains that were once sewn by someone's grandmother, now alone. That small ache you feel on your chest when you find a stranger's hand-written letter left behind in a house that's being sold. Those little things that remind you that once, some time ago, maybe decades, maybe only a couple years..... there was life here.

They've been left behind- but their memory remains, as if they were in a sort of final resting ground, or haunt onlookers like ghosts. The places people live and work, and the objects they abandon throughout their lives.. they'll all rot away one day; most of them are already on their way.

But they served their purpose. Lives were lived, memories were made, and maybe it'll all be forgotten one day, but to someone, somewhere.. it mattered.

And I think that's beautiful. I think it's worth exploring. To know and feel a little part of what used to be. Whether your findings bring you fondness, grief, or outright horror... I think it's good for the soul.

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Photos from a park

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Another (2012)