It is with a little sadness that I read the last rolls of Kodachrome are about to be developed. This story is both personal and strangely detached for me.
I never was one of those aspiring Speilbergs who produced motion picture length films in their backyard. I remember once at school we had a movie project – and my team never finished ours.
But … my father was a keen photographer and film maker. He shot many hours of film of us and the family in the late 50s and early 60s. He very tragically died when I was very young. And that film and photographs should be there for us.
But … it was almost all stolen in Rome in the 70s. For many years I neither sought nor missed it. Just recently, however, I have felt how lovely it would be to see him and the family on film. I think t…