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Graflex Pacemaker Speed Graphic + Kodak Aero Ektar 178mm f2.5 + Kodak Tri-X 320 @ ISO200, Rodinal 1:25, 6:20 @ 20ËšC in Jobo CPE2 rotary processor
This is the last picture from this session. I finished my French paper and finals this week and have now started packing for going back to the states. My refrigerator is packed with food and must be eaten within the next 2 days. That means lots and lots of meals and nap times for the next few days. I am actually more nervous coming back home than when I came to Paris back in January. I forget the American lifestyle and will probably be so amazed by the size of everything. Culture shock and jet lag… UGH
On a lighter note, I will be entering a few of my photographs in a local competition and hope to win a few awards. I don’t think I will win as I just started and am sure there are much more deserving photographers out there, but the entrance fee is only $18 so I am going to try anyways! I am hoping for the best and will try to upload some more photos from a new session soon. See you on the other side of the pond.
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always loved the covers of record sleeves of albums and i made this one in homage to the record stores i miss .pure nostalgia of my youth .
me amélie.10
kiev.88
analog.
ich habe keine angst zu fallen
während ich versuche zu stehen
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQ4qXMzpH-Y
beirut . a sunday smile
In Bordighera gibt es viele prächtige Villen und beeindruckende Architektur. Ein Gebäude sticht dabei besonders hervor, es fasziniert durch eine Kombination von Verfall und die in Roten Großbuchstaben beschriebene Fassade "ANGST". Ursprünglich sollte das Gebäude saniert werden (seit 2009) und 2011 wiedereröffnen. Zu meinem erstaunen war die verfallene Villa Angst noch immer das, was der Name verspricht :)
Hier ein toller Beitrag zur Geschichte von Hotel Angst:
Drastic
I feel the fear
I fear the fear
F E A R
Instinct is a name
Where do you come from?
Why do I fear fear?
HKD
When we are young, life is very drastic
Existential fear
Fear the world
Afraid of outside
Afraid of everything
Afraid of contact
HKD
Angst vor Angriffe
Angst vor dem Leben
Existenzangst
HKD
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"Dark Night of the Soul"
Shot with a Voigtländer Perkeo II
80mm f/3.5 Color-Skopar lens
Kentmere Pan 400 film
Shot at EI 400
Developed in the Ego Lab using HC-110 (1:31, 5:00min at 72F, agitated first and each minute)
Scanned with a Coolscan 9000ED
Notwithstanding their many qualities, my parents were not persons of informed taste; indeed, I don't think I ever heard either of them express an "æsthetic" opinion. If probed, I expect they would have said that "all that sort of thing" was "not for the likes of us".
My father might be said to have been born at the very solstice of Western civilisation's confidence. Before he was three years old the first part of its suicidal civil war had begun. He was destined to be a combatant in the concluding second instalment. So, having lived through the ghastliest few decades of human history (so far) you can hardly blame my parents' generation for preferring a little less in the way of stimulation after the war. They painted their surroundings beige and listened to Perry Como.
By the mid 1970s things hadn't changed much. It all looks so familiar ...as though I could get up and walk into this room now. The only old ...or oldish... items to be seen are the clock and the figurine (once one of a pair, I think) on the "coal effect" two-bar electric fire. The various other nicknacks would have been recent junk shop acquisitions.
This house and its neighbour had originally been a single dwelling. The division into two properties had caused a number of geographical peculiarities. The house was on a corner and a new entrance had been provided at the side. Thus, our front door was not in the road of our address. This caused endless confusion to delivery men. The mantlepiece is obviously not as old as the house (1863) and the whole fireplace and chimney-breast probably dates from the division of the original house. Until about ten years before an open coal fire had burned here. Because the house had no thoroughfare you had to go through the living room to get to anywhere else. The stairs opened directly into the room. They are on the other side of the door on the right. The bottom step jutted into the room ...a favourite perch for my sister and me when we were children. Note the interesting Bakelite light switch, probably dating from the original electrification of the house in the 1920s. It was lost in a 1980s re-wiring.
My mother had smartened the place up for the photograph, which she wanted taken for an Australian penfriend. I tend to remember it as it was in the 1950s; stifling hot on a winter's night, darkness outside, Aertex vests and pants hung up to dry on a string across the room, the chimney overdue for sweeping and serpents of blue smoke creeping across the mantlepiece to combine with my father's cigarette smoke into a lachrymatory "fug". The clock slowly ticking, the slight clicking of my mother's knitting needles, the cat asleep on her lap. Suddenly a report like a rifle shot as a piece of stone amongst the coal exploded and sent fragments pinging around the room. How grateful we were for the 60s!
This was taken in my 20's when I still had a full set of hair, haha. It was shot on film. I still remember the digital cameras used floppy disk at the time.