Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love with Frances Bean in 1992 at their Hollywood Heights home. 📸 by Stephen Sweet I went back and forth for a while as to whether I wanted to post these pictures or not. Some of the images I'll be posting in the next few days straddle the line between photo shoots and personal photos from a family album, perhaps initially never to have seen the light of day, but then again, they've already been seen by many. Images of someone who is no longer with us. Images of someone who looked genuinely happy, far removed from what would later happen less than two years after these were taken. Besides highlighting music photographers and their amazing images, this project is to show the passage of time. How one day we’re here, and the next day we’re not. It’s to radiate the memories these images hold and the power that one split second of time can imprint on us. Unfortunately, this is at its most powerful when the people in these images are no longer with us. With that being said, for the next few days, you’ll see images that I don't think could do a better job representing what I'm trying to accomplish here on this page. For a while, I thought maybe I should just keep these to myself. Often people ask how it feels to stand in the same location as some of these people once did. That feeling was overwhelming when I took these. I was alone, in this run down house with these photos, and all the memories permeating out of the cracks in the walls, through the splintered floors, dancing along the sun soaked windows streaked with dust. It was palpable. Rolling Stone put out a book shortly after Kurt Cobain died and like anything even remotely related to Nirvana at the time, I ate it up. I lived and died by that book. The photographs and photographers, some of whom follow me here, pulled back the curtain to a world that seemed so far away to me at the time. They continue to inspire me the same as they did when I was 12 years old. Some of those images you’ll see were in that book. To stand in those exact spots, 28 years later, is something I can't truly explain. I can only hope these images give you some sense of that feeling though. More to come...