Sometimes photographs are like video waffles. I remember the video clubs in the 90s, the colorful jackets all over the walls, portraits of forgotten stars covering the shelves. For the photographers, life is a videoclub. Now we can have full access to our visual wandering in our big postmodern flux of fluxes. The tapes are gone but the jackets are still there. This is Anamnog – anamnesis and analogon. The images keep coming back.