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People who spend all their time taking photos will just remember taking photos. Souvenirs only make you think of buying them, don’t they.

In those days, a tattoo was still a souvenir—a keepsake to mark a journey, the love of your life, a heartbreak, a port of call. The body was like a photo album; the tattoos themselves didn’t have to be good photographs. Indeed,

Les souvenirs n’appartiennent qu’à ceux qui ont su vivre les instants de leur vie. Ils prennent leur place dans un album de photos et racontent une histoire. Quand l’existence n’a été qu’une attente, on ne possède que les cartes postales adressées par nos regrets de lieux où nous ne sommes pas allés de personnes que nous n’avons pas connues.

How many of your snapshots could easily be replaced by a thousand identical others? Is there any value left in taking yet another photo of the moon, or the Taj Mahal, or the Eiffel Tower? Is a photograph just a kind of souvenir to prove you’ve been someplace, like a prefabricated piece of furniture that you happened to have assembled yourself?

Carly threw trinkets, souvenirs, and the digital photo frame full of happy pictures of herself and Ethan at him. Finally she picked up the box itself and threw the whole thing. "That's everything you've ever given me. Except the heartburn from your fancy restaurants, and the worry that I wasn't good enough for your snotty friends. I'd love to throw those at you too.

L’écriture est un moyen de saisir l’instant. Pas comme dans l’expression carpe diem, parce que l’écriture en simultané, tout comme la prise frénétique de photos, masque le réel au moment où il se produit, empêche de vivre le voyage. L’écriture n’est pas une photo qui figerait à jamais une seconde d’intense singularité – quitte à la provoquer, comme le font parfois les photographes. Elle est un cliché à postériori, qui essaie d’embrasser tout le souvenir de l’instant. Dans le petit ou grand écart entre le temps racontant et le temps raconté se situe tout le jeu et tout l’enjeu des récits – ceux du réel ou ceux de la fiction. La poésie, elle qui ne nécessite pas la narration, permet de condenser les temps en une seule énonciation qui les contient tous.

Achievement ceremonies are revealing about the need of the powerful to punish women through beauty, since the tension of having to repress alarm at female achievement is unusually formalized in them. Beauty myth insults tend to be blurted out at them like death jokes at a funeral. Memories of these achievement ceremonies are supposed to last like Polaroid snapshots that gel into permanent colors, souvenirs to keep of a hard race run; but for girls and young women, the myth keeps those colors always liquid so that, with a word, they can be smeared into the uniform shades of mud. At my college graduation, the commencement speaker, Dick Cavett—who had been a “brother” of the university president in an allmale secret society—was confronted by two thousand young female Yale graduates in mortarboards and academic gowns, and offered them this story: When he was at Yale there were no women. The women went to Vassar. There, they had nude photographs taken in gym class to check their posture. Some of the photos ended up in the pornography black market in New Haven. The punch line: The photos found no buyers. Whether or not the slur was deliberate, it was still effective: We may have been Elis but we would still not make pornography worth his buying. Today, three thousand men of the class of 1984 are sure they are graduates of that university, remembering commencement as they are meant to: proudly. But many of the two thousand women, when they can think of that day at all, recall the feelings of the powerless: exclusion and shame and impotent, complicit silence. We could not make a scene, as it was our parents’ great day for which they had traveled long distances; neither could they, out of the same concern for us. Beauty pornography makes an eating disease seem inevitable, even desirable, if a young woman is to consider herself sexual and valuable: Robin Lakoff and Raquel Scherr in Face Value found in 1984 that “among college women, ‘modern’ definitions of beauty—health, energy, self-confidence”—prevailed. “The bad news” is that they all had “only one overriding concern: the shape and weight of their bodies. They all wanted to lose 5–25 pounds, even though most [were] not remotely overweight. They went into great detail about every flaw in their anatomies, and told of the great disgust they felt every time they looked in the mirror.” The “great disgust” they feel comes from learning the rigid conventions of beauty pornography before they learn their own sexual value; in such an atmosphere, eating diseases make perfect sense.

Richard nodded. “I wrote Chasing Girls.” He took a deep breath and licked his lips. Chasing Girls was about his way of life. With one important difference: he didn’t kill women like the protagonist in his story. But he kept souvenirs in his private photo album as a tribute of love to the women he slept with. On some pages he’d even glued underpants and pubic hair. It was lost with the bomb explosion in downtown London.

SOUVENIR: I am there swimming with sharks in a black and white photo of Italy the sun is free from clouds and I am smiling

In my room later, I placed Gran’s photo in my memory box. Inside were mementos I’d collected over the years: a lock of my real hair in a little see-through bag, birthday cards, holiday souvenirs, a lucky penny and the hair clip Gran had given me for my twelfth birthday, before I’d developed alopecia

That souvenir, now yours forever, captures two instants: the long-ago one when the photo was taken, and the more recent one when that signature was written just for you—you or some lucky friend or relative whose life you’ve generously chosen to enhance in this way.

Burke lived in a shack in the desert outside Las Vegas, about four hundred square feet all told. He kept a trunk under his bed and this is the key to that trunk. Two dear friends who are with the SFPD were with me when we unlocked the trunk, but I was not prepared for what we found. “Burke had been documenting his kills from his first, over thirty years before. He’d filled several scrapbooks with souvenirs and photos. He had drawn maps to where he’d hidden his victims’ remains. And along with the scrapbooks, he had a dozen journals detailing his kills. Often he described the women he was about to kill, what they said, how they died, and bits of poetry along with his victims’ last words.” Cindy paused, put her hand on the book and looked out at the silent audience. Many in the group looked frightened, as if Evan Burke might just stand up and replace her at the microphone. She said, “Evan Burke will die in prison. His career as a killer is over. But, along with his trophies and voluminous notes, Evan Burke gave me, gave all of us, a priceless gift. “Ninety-five percent of Burke’s victims didn’t know him, received no warning, and didn’t survive their first encounter. His gift is one our parents gave us as children and is reiterated, no, proven in this book. “It’s simply this: Beware of strangers. “Take that to heart. It comes from one of the most successful serial killers in America.

On devrait toujours prendre des photos, même si on n’a pas d’appareil, au moins avec son esprit. Les souvenirs qu’on se fait soi-même, volontairement, sont toujours plus vifs que ceux qu’on enregistre par accident.

Le genre d’image poignante qui me rappelait combien, pendant longtemps, j’avais détesté les appareils photo, ces machines cruelles à créer de la nostalgie. Leurs milliers de déclics trompeurs figeaient dans l’instant une spontanéité déjà évaporée. Pis, tels des fusils à double détente, ils n’atteignaient souvent leur cible que des années plus tard, mais touchaient toujours le cœur. Car, dans nombre d’existences, rien n’est plus fort que le passé, l’innocence perdue et les amours enfouies. Rien ne nous remue plus les tripes que le souvenir des occasions manquées et le parfum du bonheur qu’on a laissé filer

These visitors remain far removed from the conversations between archaeologists, historians, and government officials concerning Bagan’s legacy. Instead, they arrive intrigued by the cover photo of so many Myanmar guidebooks: a panoramic shot of the sprawling, temple-filled plains of a grand ancient city. To the vast majority of these tourists, Bagan isn’t a complex matrix of preservation, economic growth, and cultural tradition. It isn’t a place to be debated or discussed or analyzed. To many of these tourists, Bagan is simply a place to look around, to take pictures, to buy souvenirs. To them, Bagan is a postcard. This

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Like the clichéd serial killer, Gosnell kept souvenirs of his crimes. All of those little baby feet in formaldehyde-filled glass jars were trophies. Kareema Cross was so disturbed by them that she took photos of them as far back as 2008. If anyone from the Pennsylvania Department of Health had bothered to inspect the Women’s Medical Society, they would have seen them at once. Gosnell didn’t hide them. But the feet were not his only trophies. Gosnell also collected pictures of women’s genitals. He snapped pictures when his patients were unconscious during their abortions. Steve Massof testified that he often saw Gosnell take out his cell phone and take pictures, ostensibly for “research” or for “teaching.” Gosnell was not in fact conducting any research that Massof was aware of, nor did he teach. The doctor told Massof that he had an academic interest in female genital mutilation...

But I guess you get good at kidding yourself when you’re grieving. You pretend that they’re merely on holiday, only to return very soon, armed with luggage and souvenirs from their travels. You expect a postcard plastered with stamps and photos from the beach through your letterbox saying, ‘wish you were here!’ It’s times like those that make seeing the grave feel like punch to the gut, acting as a stark reminder that they’re never coming back.

Achats Il me semblait, le souvenir est tellement clair Que j’étais dans un grand magasin alimentaire Saturé de byzantines effluves : Vanille, cannelle, olives. Un magasin comme une cité autour Mais perdu dans le clair-obscur. Palpitaient de temps en temps des lumières Venant du rayon des denrées étrangères Vers les boutiques secondaires Avec du linge et des lampadaires quand, a travers la vitre souillée, Je t’ai vue mélanger une sorte de pâtée, Pour assaisonner les harengs ou maquereaux Et soudainement je suis tombé amoureux. Alors tu as souri avec les paupières, Tu as touché des soupapes légères, Tu as rangé les boites de conserves de goujon, Tu as secoué tes mèches, essuyé tes mains au blouson Et devant moi tu es venue. T’étais petite, le regard un peu embu, Tu te tenais, pieds nus et toute rose, Comme dans les photos d’enfance on gardait la pose Et tu m’as dit que même si pour moi seul vivais Dans des chambres, magasins, ou tramways, Il ne sera rien de pareil, jamais Car mon être entier était changé Et peut-être il ne te reste souvenance Des temps heureux vécus à l’Assistance La façon dont ensemble on se gaussait En sortant nos doigts de la couette matelassée. Alors vers les manufactures je me suis tourné Et acheter plein de choses j’ai commencé Sans aucun choix, sans logique, En souvenir des saisons devenues épiques. * traduit du roumain par Cindrel Lupe

Depuis que je roule ma bosse, de ville en ville, de pays en pays, des objets que je chérissais ont disparu, un recueil de Lamartine annoté de mes mains d’adolescent amoureux, un livre qui entretenait ma révolte naissante L’Unique et sa propriété de Max Stirner, des photos, des diplômes, tant d’objets de grande valeur sentimentale que j’ai traînés avec moi sans savoir pourquoi et pour lesquels je n’ai jamais ressenti de remord ou de douleur à leur perte. (p. 31)

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Mais l’enfance n’est ni nostalgie, ni terreur, ni paradis perdu, ni Toison d’Or, mais peut-être horizon, point de départ, coordonnées à partir desquelles les axes de ma vie pourront trouver leur sens. Même si je n’ai pour étayer mes souvenirs improbables que le secours de photos jaunies, de témoignages rares et de documents dérisoires, je n’ai pas d’autre choix que d’évoquer ce que trop longtemps j’ai nommé l’irrévocable ; ce qui fut, ce qui s’arrêta, ce qui fut clôturé : ce qui fut, sans doute, pour aujourd’hui ne plus être, mais ce qui fut aussi pour que je sois encore.

Il faut ne pas abuser des photos quand on cherche à se souvenir. Elles sont trop sûres d'elles et même si elles ne sont qu'un atome de ce qu'elles représentent, elles vous imposent leur point de vue comme si elles avaient capté l'entièreté du réel.