About ten years ago my grandma gave me her stereoscope and a whole basket of stereographs — her childhood equivalent to my plastic red viewmaster and little circular slide disks. I immediately fell in love with their sense of history and old world design. I’ve continued to pick up a few of my own at flea markets here and there, to add to the collection she handed down to me. They’re so captivating I’ve started to think of them as little compositions unto themselves, completely worthy of a frame and a place on my wall...
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