Ian Visits pointed me at a lovely little exhibition at the Peltz Gallery in Gordon Square. It's on until the 27th of January.
It's, basically, a display of index cards and envelopes, created and collected by cinephiles to record what films they're seen, or where they've seen them or whatever takes their fancy about movie stars. Some of the collections are hugely extensive, they're all 'amateur'. People doing this for their own pleasure.
The artefacts are fascinating. An aesthetic I find appealing.
But the lives behind the things are just as intriguing. Wouldn't you like to have lived a life like Graham Head? And then you shudder at the tragedy of "although their exact whereabouts are unknown"...
And then there's this phrase, hit me between the eyes.
