Lena35mm & Manka
Manka
Hey Lena, have you ever thought about how postcards can feel like little time capsules, like a single frame frozen in history? I adore the way they capture a place and a feeling all at once.
Lena35mm
Postcards do feel like tiny time capsules, don’t they? A single frame, a colour, a line of streetlight that might still be there or already gone. It’s like holding a moment that’s already slipped away. I love how a postcard can make you think of a place you’ve never been, or remind you of a walk you took years ago. It’s almost like a photograph, but with a story tucked in the back of the envelope.
Manka
It feels like a secret letter from the past, doesn’t it? I keep the envelopes tucked in my drawer, each one whispering its own little tale. They’re like tiny lanterns that keep the old streets alive in my mind.
Lena35mm
It’s like each envelope is a soft focus frame from another time, the kind of quiet light I chase when I’m in the studio. I can almost see the dust on the edges of those postcards and hear the rustle of paper like a shutter click. It’s comforting to keep them, a gentle reminder that the streets I loved still echo in my mind.
Manka
I feel it too, like the soft hum of a memory humming through paper, keeping those streets alive in a quiet, tender echo.