I wanted to have something smart and reflective to say about taking Trav to see the Truckers at the Tab tonight, but I’m having a crisis of photography faith, so instead I went looking for the first shot I took on film that made me believe I could do this. Six years later, I am still proud as hell of it.
See you at the Rock Show.
It’s gonna take a while to get the hang of my Pentax K1000. But I’m gonna try my ass off.
Now that I have two vintage Kodak film cameras, if I get a third, is it a collection? I think these two ladies are going to be Patsy and Dolly. Loretta will be the third, when I find her. (The Instamatic was a surprise gift from my darling Allie, who is too good a friend to me.)
A few years ago, Ash gave me a vintage Kodak Brownie, in working condition but minus its 620mm spools, for my birthday — I’ve been trying to find spools for it since, albeit half-heartedly, but when a pair turned up on my Etsy favorites list for cheap last week, I had to jump on them. Hacked it courtesy this site, loaded some Fuji 400 120mm into it with the help of the dudes at Southeastern Camera, and got it working.
I’ll have three rolls of 120mm to send off for development soon; two from my Holga 120H, also a gift from Ash, and one from the Brownie. I can’t wait to see what they look like.
(I bought my spools from FotoRetro, and I can totally recommend buying anything from him. Good prices and amazing services.)
Like most people with a smartphone these days, I’ve been mucking around with mobile photography — specifically with the Android app RetroCamera (because unlike Vignette, it was free). It’s enjoyable enough; I have to think about shooting with my cell phone differently than with my camera, but what it mostly makes me crave is film. I dragged out my Holga and dusted it off this afternoon. This is going to be the summer of film. I know I keep saying that, but this time I mean it.
We always see with memory. — David Hockney
Jim Marshall, one of the premier rock and roll photographers in the world, passed away today at the age of 74. Marshall shot everyone from Hendrix to the jazz greats to the ’70s San Francisco scene, to the moment he was the only photographer backstage at the Beatles’ final show in 1966. He was amazing, and it is a tremendous loss. (NYTimes has a slideshow of some of Marshall’s most iconic images here.)
2010, stop killing my heroes.
The function of music is to release us from conscious thought. — Sir Thomas Beecham
From top to bottom, the Drive-By Truckers, Josh Ritter, Wye Oak; three artists I’ve shot before, three artists I’m hoping to shoot again this year.