Bed-Stuy Film Waste
The trip is over. Said the goodbyes at JFK before making my way back to Brooklyn. Car is somehow still working. The beeps from a dying anti-theft device thrown to the curb are wearing on my last nerve. I look out my window and see it next to my front driverside tire. Why couldn't that thief have smashed that thing any better? The low light of the sunset is slowly turning into darkness. Time to switch from that 400 speed film to the Ektar100 for this night shot I have to have. Then I can finally make this trek...home? Damn it, four more shots on the 400 roll. A worthy sacrifice for the upcoming long exposure. Snap, wind, snap, wind......four Indiscriminate shots.
I'll be damned if one of them didn't capture the darkness of that Bed-Stuy evening before the half conscious drive back to my temporary home in my late uncles household.
Brooklyn, NY. 2014.
Bed-Stuy Film Waste
The trip is over. Said the goodbyes at JFK before making my way back to Brooklyn. Car is somehow still working. The beeps from a dying anti-theft device thrown to the curb are wearing on my last nerve. I look out my window and see it next to my front driverside tire. Why couldn't that thief have smashed that thing any better? The low light of the sunset is slowly turning into darkness. Time to switch from that 400 speed film to the Ektar100 for this night shot I have to have. Then I can finally make this trek...home? Damn it, four more shots on the 400 roll. A worthy sacrifice for the upcoming long exposure. Snap, wind, snap, wind......four Indiscriminate shots.
I'll be damned if one of them didn't capture the darkness of that Bed-Stuy evening before the half conscious drive back to my temporary home in my late uncles household.
Brooklyn, NY. 2014.