golden age thinking

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness...

Somebody on Facebook today shared some opinions about the media’s discussion of mental illness following Robin Williams death, questioning why the media didn’t make as big a deal when Phillip Seymour Hoffman passed who she feels is a superior actor. Of course she’s entitled to her opinion and it’s a shame that mental illness is only now being talked about because of this sad event but it’s not Williams’ fault. Now, I don’t think she meant her opinion to come off this way but in the days following his passing we want to remember, we want to mourn. It’s been a long while since there’s been a suicide in Hollywood and the media will always respond differently to that whether no matter his acting ability. He is a great actor though with such an incredible range. Everyone has been remembering his comedic roles (and some of his dramatic ones too) but he did more. Remember One Hour Photo? That gave me the heebie jeebies and really solidified Williams as a great actor for me. Anyway, I’ve rambled too long. It’s been a sad few days and I’m going to miss this man who had such a presence in my childhood.

And if these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it’s this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture.

One hour photo (via simplekillthebatman)