the trio
January 23rd, 2012
came with this note:
The three of us are one year apart, so we did almost everything together growing up. From playing on the same little league teams and making our own home movies/commercials/sketches as kids, to working together as graphic designers and playing in several bands together as adults, we’ve always been close and trying to do something fun & creative. We have photos, videos, and audio cassettes of us saying and doing ridiculous things as kids — which we’d make with our babysitter and then surprise our mom with when she returned from out of town — so why not go with the most ridiculous-looking picture to surprise her with now? We wanted to do something fun and creative for her Christmas present last year and kept coming back to re-creating this triple-matted photo that’s been hanging in her house since 1985. It took a lot of outtakes, squeezing uncomfortably on a piano bench (the same one we sat on in the original, actually) and questioning why we were making the faces we were… but the end result was the highlight of Christmas Day and is now hanging right next to the old one in our mom’s living room. Maybe we’ll re-create it again in another 25 years.
The three of us are one year apart, so we did almost everything together growing up. From playing on the same little league teams and making our own home movies/commercials/sketches as kids, to working together as graphic designers and playing in several bands together as adults, we’ve always been close and trying to do something fun & creative. We have photos, videos, and audio cassettes of us saying and doing ridiculous things as kids — which we’d make with our babysitter and then surprise our mom with when she returned from out of town — so why not go with the most ridiculous-looking picture to surprise her with now? We wanted to do something fun and creative for her Christmas present last year and kept coming back to re-creating this triple-matted photo that’s been hanging in her house since 1985. It took a lot of outtakes, squeezing uncomfortably on a piano bench (the same one we sat on in the original, actually) and questioning why we were making the faces we were… but the end result was the highlight of Christmas Day and is now hanging right next to the old one in our mom’s living room. Maybe we’ll re-create it again in another 25 years.