I found my parents’ old Canon Snappy LX while decluttering the house. It was in zipped up in a matching camera bag. I yelped in excitement. A year later, I bought my first roll of color film to shoot with. Fujifilm Superia. There was lots of trial and error. I picked up on best shooting … More Flash in Blue [35mm Film]
February 2020. A warm day. I wore a black sweater and jeans. I looped on my fake earrings from Claire’s. I had bought them at the mall with an old friend. We’d tried them on a whim, and I liked the way they looked, even if they made my lobes scream after a few hours. … More City Ruins [35mm Film]
December 12th, 2020 I ended up picking a Murakami book—nothing wild—that started with a depressive narrator ruminating over death. Ruminating, because some people closest to him, people who he’d felt a special, unique bond to, had abruptly rid of him in their lives. He felt like an empty loner, a vessel, like he repelled everyone … More Double Exposed [Film Friday]
This post is part of my Film Friday series, where I post 35mm photos I’ve developed at home.
Thanksgiving dinner. This post is part of my Film Friday series, where I post 35mm images that I have taken and home-developed over the past year.
City stops, breaths. Low hum. Dreary skies. All of my diary entries from this time period were angry, irritable. Annoyance weaved itself in every sentence. I wrote about my day. I wrote about going to Barnes and Nobles. I wrote about drinking tea. I wrote about wanting to people watch at the mall. I could … More Fog [Film Friday]
Here is the church and here is the steeple–we sure are cute for two ugly people. Moldy peaches. We would sit on concrete steps at 13 and sing to the tune of Juno, teen pregnancy–Michael Cera and Ellen Page style. We were so moody. Brooding over meaning in life. Stargirl and her pet rat. Us, … More Summertime Sadness [35mm Film]
Every year, I get like this–obsessed with disposable cameras and film. My eyes drink up the beauty of film: the broken colors, the candied smiles, the light grain. I’m frugal, and every photo’s 66 cents, at least, compared to the freedom of shooting digital. So I cringe when a photo turns out dark or overexposed. … More Fujifilm 35mm
Hopping from the East to the South draws each region into sharp contrast. Against the tall and narrow East, the South seems wider. Twangy recorded voicemails, the norm, strike me as peculiar (“hah-lo, yoo’ve reached–“) Cityscapes turn to landscapes and steel structures melt to lake water. Welcome home, where it’s hotter, quieter, sunnier, brighter, lazier, slower, … More Disposable Diaries: Tale of Two Cities
Film is so beautiful and nostalgic. I picked up a small love for film about four year ago. I’d been sitting in Econ lecture, scrolling through artists and photographers when I stumbled upon a photographer. A year after gathering a small appreciation (obsession) for film, I took a black and white film class.We took pictures … More B&W Film
I love the way disposable film turns out: soft, fuzzy, warm, bright. Like describing vintage in hues– Like if nostalgic were a look, it’d be this.
There’s something called the uncanny valley, “the hypothesis that human replicas that appear almost, but not exactly, like real human beings elicit feelings of eeriness and revulsion.” It’s the intersection between realness and artificiality that unnerves and disturbs. The Uncanny Valley’s always intrigued me–what’s it about creepy humanoid likeness that disgusts, fascinates, weirds us out? … More Something Uncanny
I found a panda-headed stranger in Urban Outfitters wearing a tiger shirt. She turned; I snapped. Funny things you’ll find in the city. 35 mm film, developed and processed by hand.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results; Freud theorizes that we all harbor some childhood wound we’re all seeking to recreate. Mistake one, mistake two, mistake three, mistake four. But four wasn’t insanity. And four wasn’t an old wound. Four was, instead, ironically, cheesily, gradually then all at … More Reflections in the Water