Super8 is like a messy home video of the way you would see yourselves if you could. The light leaks, the grain, the imperfections all somehow creating perfection. It’s a memory. It’s a feeling. It’s love. 

It’s the way we remember ourselves running barefoot on summer days; it’s the feeling of driving into the big city for the first time - sticking your head and arms out the window with excitement to get a closer look; it’s the way you remember that first date. Walking away from each other feeling giddy you can’t help but keep looking back at one another, smirking.