04/22/2026
I found undeveloped rolls of 35mm film in my mother’s garage. Family photos from the 90s and 2000s preserved on celluloid’s endurance through many storms. As the family photographer, it was my unspoken responsibility to resurrect these memories.
The reflections that I could offer on this are vast, but for today I’ll stick with a small one. As I went through the process of developing, purchasing a scanner, learning how to scan film, fighting dust and ever-coiling rolls of C-41, something became apparent: the childhood version of me, was unashamedly expressive in photographs.
Before the insecurities, before the various communal communications that I wasn’t enough, before the facial scar, before the hyper-pigmentation, before cutting weight, before the Eurocentric standards of beauty seeped in, I embodied me fully. Only concerned with how I felt and expressing my personality authentically, I came alive in front of a lens.
I’m very image conscious. Maybe even spiteful. Long committed to proving wrong the sort of aforementioned messaging. Along the way, my self-portrait practice developed. And though that practice is filled with authentic expressions of myself, it is very conscious of angles, the fullness of my face, the evenness of my skin, and so on.
And somewhere lost within that web of insecurity was the bravery to smile or to embody my current feelings through the imagery in free & unconstrained expression. This was only exacerbated by the camera sitting in the hands of another.
As I scanned roll after roll, seeing younger versions of my light that these eyes had never absorbed, I made a commitment to myself—to the kid inside of me, to embody that luminescence. A commitment to show up fully. Unconcerned with how cool I looked, or how desirable I may appear. Solely concerned with authentic and honest expression of me…”T”, dash “We”, to the “N”, double “T”.
– T-Wentt
(Young Trevie photos in the back half)