Do you remember those accidents of reloading your camera with the same film twice, and finding, after the film’s development, that two events have been pressed into one by mistake?
A split second of frustration about ‘loss’ of something important, or ‘loss’ of that ‘perfect’ composition, followed by curiosity and acceptance of the merging frames and the pure joy of discovering some wonderful fragments in the unplanned and chaotic convergence. The hypnotic effect of those photographs – the longer you looked at them, the more you found.
Then, do you remember trying to experiment with those multi exposures, trying to tame them, to realise that the rule of the game was ACCIDENT. As if, the very drama of losing something made the happiness of finding the beauty again all that stronger.
Images like these are easy to manufacture, but not the experience of finding them.
There is no photoshop manipulation in this series of photographs by Diab from the 1980s. Two birthday parties of his friends – Abo Nasir Harb and Ali Hamdo, two different Baalbeck gardens, some thirty years ago and few days apart, a layer upon a layer of time. (Text by A.D.)