I really like this last batch and I could not decide what to start with and what to make the opener for a while. Still not sure I got that right but I’m proceeding as if this were not a crucial UN negotiation and just a blog post that a couple dozen people will check out. I think I’ve got a good opener and a great closer for this post. This is a final peachy roll of beachy images and that’s my little sister Zoe with a cute saggy nappy.
Ok this is my biggest little sister and my neice.
Props on the nice butt. I think it’s OK to say that, my sis and all.
Oh maybe that was not OK to mention, because I think she’s a bit mad.
My sister Oona who is still this kind of sugar bear in sweetness, as she is in this pic, though bigger now. Much bigger.
Ok with this last photo of Tara sunning on a cloudy day, let’s leave the Connecticut coast of the Long Island Sound.
This is the last of my New Orleans shots and I think I finally got some OK pictures of my dear pal Margaret in the bunch and I like these photos.
Margaret is one of those stealth cool people who not enough people know is awesome. But you can kind of tell in these.
So before I give you the last pic of Marg, a couple more places.
And these are the only two pictures that came out of the Ernie K-Doe wax figure at the Mother In Law Lounge. The pics of the face didn’t come out.
That isn’t my light there was a photographer there for an interview of Antoinette.
And now, Margaret has had just about enough of my shit. Which she really had enough of the day we went to that bar because she was definitely hit on involuntarily by Guitar Lightnin’ Lee. But this pic is from when we went to the swamp.
And now I leave you with this picture of Jackson Square which is a perfect send off to this project, it feels like the end of a Disney movie, you scroll up and then there’s just sky. Curtain.
I’m glad I did this project, and I’m glad it’s over. I really feel that metaphorically time forgave me for the neglect of my work, it touched the edges of the film and made it softer and more mysterious. The fogging did not end up signaling ruin, or indicting me, it feels like forgiveness and love. That’s the message I’m deciding to take away from this. That it’s never too late to value myself and attend to my creativity, forgive my lapses and pick up art anew. I made this commitment to myself and followed through and it made me happy. The End.
So I got a bit derailed on these last two posts. When I got the second to last batch of film it was hard to get excited about, and difficult to unify the topics. Then my monitor died, and doing the color correcting wasn’t possible till that was dealt with. In the end I just decided to use only frames from New Orleans and the beach houseand skip the further images from the memorial service. Maybe I will add them to the last post if that makes sense.
I’m glad this is nearly over because I am a bit tired of going back to these subjects over and over. I am burning out on looking back this far and I can’t wait to look at new things when I get a little work done on the shutter speeds of the camera.
So this is a cemetery shrine, but I can’t remember which one it is in New Orleans. And here are a couple more images from that place.
And this is some street I can’t remember which.
Here are two more of the swamp. The swamp is so beautiful and magical, I doubt pictures really do it any justice.
So segue into the photos of my little relatives when they were much littler. Here are some daisies.
My sister Oona as a baby girl.
My sister Zoe, also as a little nubbin.
Kai with the hose, and Ajali and Oona.
And little Oona such a tender button.
So one of the deals I made with myself is that I wouldn’t look at the last batch till I got through putting this one up, and I haven’t. But it is here, so I can look at it and I can be relieved that this is all in the books and a completed project.
This shot is in McCarren park, back when the Saturday farmer’s market was actually within the park.
So this is the end of the year and time to evaluate how I did on my New Year’s resolution to develop all my old Rollei film. I did pretty well though I did not finish. I have 15 rolls left, I guess I should have counted them all but it was definitely over 75 so it means I developed 60 rolls. I think what was good about it was the archeology of my life that it was, and my ability to look at a lot of bad photos, and it somehow having lower stakes because the film was so old. I did find little bits of charm and the occasional unexpected happy accident, which is a good outcome of the self sabotage of putting film a drawer for 7 years. I’m sorry to see it end in a way.
That’s also McCarren, which all the locals will know immediately.
I have two posts to put up by the end of the year (including this one I guess, so one down!) Because I’ve gotten two batches processed since I last updated. I will send three more batches and then it will all be over, this will go into next year, by less than a couple months. Then it’s up to me to keep shooting with my Rollei, along with my phone and DSLR. Then I’m committed to getting the shutter speeds on the camera looked at and seeing if I can get the viewfinder magnifier adjusted to align better with the glass, that is my resolution on it for 2014. I’ve already gotten a bright screen put in during a previous repair of the camera. In the time since I’ve bought this camera I’ve developed the need for reading glasses which makes using it a bit difficult and I have to come up with a process that works better.
There is film from my neighborhood in Brooklyn, New Orleans, the swamp tour I took when I was there which is not in the city but close to Slidell, and a roll from Venice which I guess fell out of bag and became part of my uncategorized hoard. Let’s put up the Venice frame here because it’s cute it’s the symbolic winged lion.
Here are pictures from the swamp, this film is E-6 that I didn’t remember shooting and I went ahead and asked them to cross process it. Oddly E-6 was more expensive processing at the mail away lab, which is odd to me as a person who worked as a photo assistant in the days of shooting chrome, when it was such high volume, and there were no prints or contacts so it was the cheapest processing.
A couple from the St. Louis Cemetery. Not nearly as good as the negative film I shot there, which was perhaps the best stuff that came out of this.
Somewhere in New Orleans, I don’t know the city well enough to say where.
One of the things about doing this in blog form is I decided the photos didn’t have to be good, some of them were, at least I enjoyed a few. But it was OK with me if they weren’t because most of them were not going to be and this was a project about dealing with procrastination and inadequacy to begin with. It started with a failure, in that 70-80 rolls of exposed film in a drawer is a defeat already, so my thoughts on it were it’s only up from there. I don’t know why I was willing to face that particular flaw this year but I am glad I was finally ready. If I died suddenly and they all would likely end up in the trash anyway, or I could have chucked them to leave behind any guilt for letting it get that way. That could have been a resolution too, for some people that might have been the choice to make. So I hope any of you who watched this unfold enjoyed it or sympathized with it. There will be four more installments and then it’s over, that’s good I think. On to new things.
So the last batch of five rolls I sent in had what are truly my last rolls from Italy, and one random one which turned out to be beach and family pictures. And in a twist I actually ran a new roll of film through the camera. It reminded me that it does need work on speeds and possibly the focusing magnifier needs to be aligned. Also it’s harder to use now that I require reading glasses. Anyway I’m breaking up the posts of these bits of film because it is hard to connect it all. I think this picture above is one of the nicer ones I did of San Marco, though it’s a drab day.
Hello and goodbye Peggy Guggenheim Collection, Venice.
Picasso glass sculptures
Calder wire sculpture
Calder piece outside, with guy unwittingly mimicking it.
The “tail” of the sculpture
Pretty sure this is the boat dock of the museum.
All this sort of qualifies as a drab day for nice scenery. I think this is from the sole gondola ride I took.
A nice bridge, I forget which one.
Where the fancy people stay when they are in Venice
San Simeone Piccolo which you are constantly passing in Venice.
Goodbye Italy, I would come see you again any time I could
The rest of the film is completely unsorted in my drawer. So I actually have little idea what is there, my guesses are Coney Island, New Orleans, family beach pics, and random Brooklyn things.
This time there were quite a lot of pictures from the beach house that my dad and his wife rent each year. And there were many naked pictures of my twin sisters, only one of which I can show here in a public web page. This film is perhaps not the oldest I have, the girls are nine now and perhaps they are two or three here. I made many versions of this frame, and I like some of the color ones, but so far this is the only image I have really preferred with a black and white, slightly toned treatment.
I shall swallow my pride and show a decidedly unglamorous shot of myself and my niece at an adorable age. She’s a gorgeously tall teenager now.
And here she is on her own being super cute.
My biggest little sister, with my littlest little sister.
Some pictures of the same view I seem to take each year, headed down to the beach.
This one I really like
I had got in one roll from Venice, that I was really bored by the images on, and also a roll of old Mermaid parade pictures that I felt the same about. But here’s a couple frames from a friends old apartment. I used to babysit their birds and cat on weekends. This first one, I’m not sure what I was attempting but I sort of like it.
And here are said birds. The guy in the foreground is Peepster, one of the most interesting creatures I’ve ever met and certainly the bird with the most personality I have ever known personally. A mourning dove who was pushed out of the nest and rescued by my friend Joanna Belby. The bird in the background is his companion Emma who is a domestic ringed neck dove. Anyway, both creatures have sadly shed their mortal coil but I have fond memories of each.
I’m facing a situation where I have an amount of backlog left, where if I keep sending the same number of rolls each payday, I will not finish by the end of the year. This had been a new years resolution, but while I wasn’t working I had to pause, and it took a while to bounce back. I could send double the amount and be done by the end of the year, I’m thinking that over. My rollei related resolution for next year is to get some repair work done on the camera. I’m pretty sure the shutter speeds need help.
This is I believe the very last of my film from Italy, period. I still have quite a lot of film in my drawer and I’m not sure what it all is. I’m guessing there’s more Coney Island and New Orleans in there but the film from Italy was at least segregated in ziploc bags. Anyway, goodbye to Venice maybe I will visit you again one day.
I really like the way the Rollei rendered to colors in this next one
This is not a good photo, but Canova’s tomb was one of the most amazing and funny, overwrought, hilarious things I loved in Venice
Goodbye Italy, I can’t tell you how much I love you.
So I’ve some more old film from my Rollei here. I’m just putting it all together. I do have another package I haven’t even opened because I’m just not caught up, and I believe that has the very last from Italy in it. Bye Italy, hope to see you again soon. I still have over 30 rolls left. It’s taking longer than I hoped but this is the first new years resolution I have ever made that was still seeing any traction in June. So I’m happy to have gone this far even though the schedule I planned to keep is out the window. According to the original schedule I should be nearly done by now, not half way. But on to the photos.
The photo above is from Venice and I really like it. This one…I was working on it trying to remove some of it’s flaws and realized it’s interesting how one can’t leave an image alone. Because someone would probably love to put something through hipstamatic and instagram and get this result. I didn’t fully leave it alone but I’m happy with it, even though it’s not a great photo or anything.
That’s all for Venice. Let’s go to New Orleans for two frames. These are portraits of Guitar Lightnin’ Lee in front of the Ernie K-Doe Mother-in-Law Lounge. He was really giving my friend Margaret a hard time flirting with her and she nearly killed me after this incident, because she put up with it for me.
And lastly here’s some NYC beaches, which I hope to visit soon this season.
I went to L.A. in May, and though I took my DSLR I mostly did not use it. I went to the beach with my brother Brendan, shortly after I hit town, and it was pretty glorious. We didn’t really know what beach we were on but it was north of Malibu and south of Oxnard, and when we left I read the sign as Point Mugu.
I did take my big camera, and felt the need to shoot, but most of what I shot was pretty perfunctory. We saw a pair of dolphins swimming together, we looked at rocks, waded up to our hips. I finally started to feel something and took a few pictures that I liked. then I looked down after we left and realized I had accidentally switched my camera to manual and the pictures were eight stops over exposed. I was so bummed out because they were the only pictures I felt at all good about when I was taking them.
They ended up being far more interesting to me than anything I exposed properly.
In the bright sun I couldn’t really see my LED screen when I took each shot so I went obliviously on, shooting insanely overexposed frames.
Anyway..I like these, even though they are entirely erroneous in technique. And I had fun in LA, and with my brother, and you can sort of tell if you look at my instagram feed because I mostly shot with my phone and just enjoyed myself.
Here’s where there are three very different things going on. First I have some more cemetery pics, which are maybe less interesting than the really good batch, so I played around with the contrast a little more than usual.
So here are a couple frames of my cousins son, Nicholas, at the funeral of his grandmother, my great aunt. This is in Virginia, in Madison county. Our family relationships are complicated. But Nicholas is cute, though he’s really much older now than in these.
This is actually a terrible photo of the inimitable Joyce, neighbor to my family down there and just an unforgettable person. I don’t have any other pictures of Joyce. Maybe another roll will reveal one. I’m glad I have a picture of Joyce.
So these photos were taken in Queens, when I was working at a launching photo agency at PhotoShelter. There was a need for a stock image of a sleeping commuter, so we all went and tried to shoot one and we all failed to take something that worked for the client. I shot most of what I did digital, with a DSLR that I borrowed I believe, but apparently I ran a roll through the Rollei, which I had not remembered. I’m a bit amused by these. This is a friend named Chandra who dressed up, agreed to pose and signed a release for these.
He looks good even if nothing came of it. Thanks Chan.
I’m actually breaking this backlog post into two parts, this one is all Venice. I’ve been mixing it up in terms of what film I send out and then having thematic problems putting it all in one post. But I can’t seem to help it because it seems boring getting all film back of one subject right now. I should mention that my film from Italy was in ziplock bags. So that’s the only film I know what to expect from. All the rest is just mixed together in the drawer. Like when I gave up on being able to process it I gave up on everything. I seem to be almost through the Italy film, which is certainly the oldest. I still have 36 rolls left of unprocessed film.
Anyway these are all from San Marco
Another gondola shot.
And these ones where the light leaks really do something against the black, pretty sure it’s in San Marco but not positive.
Those I like, the rest are sort of run of the mill, but I’m putting them all out there anyway.
I’ve been a bit overwhelmed with trying to be thematic with these, and how much to break them up into separate posts. And now I’ve many that I feel doubtful about in terms of whether they are strong but flesh out the idea of Venice a bit. I think I will mostly just dump them but if I have something to say I will.
This is the prison part of the Doge Palace. Somewhere in here Cassanova was held. The picture below is one of the doors to the jails also, which was really depressing to be in.
And this is in there somewhere, it’s sad to walk through any sort of prison I guess.
And here are images of more happy places and people.
On Mardi Gras itself, (which I have never been to) one of the disks I finally got files off of was from my first trip to New Orleans. I was really pleased with these images. I am generally not a confident person, and so it’s often true that it’s hard for me to like the things I do sometimes. Sometimes I feel so in doubt and vulnerable about it that it’s best to just put it out there and then let the inertia of it being already out there suffice for owning up to it. But I liked these a lot and I was immediately afraid I must be mistaken to like them so much. Anyway ever in doubt about whether they are “good” these still still please me anyway.
So I got the lab to replace the two disks that weren’t reading. One of them had these images of my niece and my sister from several years ago, but not so long ago as the Italy photos. Because I had pulled a random roll from another pile. Anyway my niece is 14 now, and my sister became a doctor since this photo was taken. This is in Westbrook, CT where my dad rents a vacation house in July.