According to my first three wives, I have an issue with change. And who knows? They could be right. I do tend to get attached. When progress changes something I like, I’m the first to cry and mourn the past.
When I was a kid, music was released on large discs called records. Was the sound better? Beats me, but I do know the covers were a thing of beauty. We’re talking Rembrandt-level art, designed to catch your eye in a crowded store. Then when CDs took over, those beautiful images were squeezed down so they could fit on a much smaller jewel case. Today, album art is nothing more than a stamp on a website.
The same can be said for headshots. Back in the day, those pictures used to be a thing of beauty, too. They were shot on 35mm film and everyone used black-and-white, except for those freaky redheads who just love to be different. (They were all mocked for wasting their hard-earned cash on color pictures.)
I believe photographers were better back then because taking black-and-white headshots requires a real understanding of lighting. You can’t just snap a quick picture and then try to fix it with Photoshop. No, you had to know how to paint with light. You had to craft shadows that would highlight an
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