this 2-min clip means a lot to me. i couldn't even possibly imagine how 1894 summer became so magical for them. it was like a window into a moment that never really existed the way films do now. there’s something almost haunting about how Émile Reynaud captured a version of summer that feels warm, playful, and strangely alive, even though it was hand-painted frame by frame.
this 2-min clip means a lot to me. i couldn't even possibly imagine how 1894 summer became so magical for them. it was like a window into a moment that never really existed the way films do now. there’s something almost haunting about how Émile Reynaud captured a version of summer that feels warm, playful, and strangely alive, even though it was hand-painted frame by frame.
