This is a really lovely photography site worth taking a look at.
And this particular series is photos by people of someone that they loved who for one reason or another is no longer in their life. Under the photo is a caption explaining the story behind the photo/relationship. The photography is really beautiful and some of the captions quite poignant.
This topic has been on my mind a bit lately. Partly because McNutty is heading back to Australia indefinitely (for my part, I am focusing on winning the New York City Lottery so niggley things like "money" and "employment" cease to be a cause for separation). And partly because for the past couple of weeks on my way to work, I walk past a poster for a new television show on here called First Love, Second Chance.
The premise is that two people who were once both a couple but are now single get reunited on television. Perhaps if it was set up so the couple are unknowingly both at a party or somewhere a bit candle-lit and romantic and their eyes meet across a room... but no. They are thrown into a house together for two weeks under the glare of multiple television cameras, a massive crew and no doubt several producers feeding them dialogue, constructing situations and then editing the whole thing together in the most tabloid way possible. I bet it's frisson city in that house. Nothing like being documented by a film crew 24/7 to rekindle that old flame.
Have you had one that slipped away? Would you want to be reunited with them if you had the chance?
I guess it depends on the circumstances under which they slipped away from you. If somehow you were separated beyond your control or maybe the timing just wasn't right then, sure, it's understandable that you might like a second shot at it. If, however, after years of pain, your lover dumped you because you could never replace his/her ex then immediately shacked up with another bird/bloke (who presumably could replace the ex), leaving you with nothing but an STD, 5 years worth of therapy bills and the self-esteem of an acne-ridden 15 year old*... what if that person appeared back into your life and claimed you were the one for them and that they're totes different now?
Would you immediately hand them your battered little heart and a tome of bad teenage poetry you penned in their absence (and go on a b-grade reality television show together)? Or would you take a leaf out of Stephin Merritt's book and tell them this:
I swear this will be the last Magnetic Fields reference. It really is getting out of control but their gig was wonderful. He is wonderful. I am sure in years to come wandering the snow-covered streets of Manhattan listening to them on Podley will be one of my fondest memories of 2010. That and winning the lottery.
McNutty just read my blog (as he always does once I've nagged sufficiently) and asked "You have an STD??". Um.... no. Thought I should probably clarify. This blog is only partially autobiographical. I have been dumped once or twice and I do currently have an unhealthy obsession with Stephin Merritt. But I don't write bad teenage poetry. Only prose.