Frozen Home Video
A single frame held in amber. The tape stopped, the heads lifted, and this moment—a birthday, a holiday, a mundane Tuesday—became eternal in its decay. Every frozen frame is a memory that refuses to end.
A single frame held in amber. The tape stopped, the heads lifted, and this moment—a birthday, a holiday, a mundane Tuesday—became eternal in its decay. Every frozen frame is a memory that refuses to end.