When was the last time you went home and really had a long look at all the changes? What stood out the most, who moved away, who was still there but changed in a way… you didn’t know them anymore? The deconstruction of America’s natural landscapes is increasing at an alarmingly epidemic pace. We sometimes find ourselves helpless in situations like these. With the removal of each tree, the fresh air depletes. In a way, we are survivors, though the future is unforeseen.
We follow creative duo, Good at Kissing, over the river and through the woods to revisit a golden era in Richmond, Virginia, with friends, family, and select pieces from Fall/Winter ‘17.
There was a time when 8AM class didn’t police our desire to collect all of our friends and lie our way into a house party on Harrison Street and Park Avenue. When “Hell Block” was actual hell to live on and Catherine Street was way too far to walk to alone. Before the weird, closet-sized Walmart took precedence over a historic landmark and the fall of Sahara Hookah and Pizza. A time when the James River was our sanctuary.
Richmond was a second home for us, a place where we grew up in more ways than one. This summer we took a trip back to photograph our friends and family alongside a newer Richmond, in the ways we remember it best.