Posts Tagged ‘ LC-A+ ’

the photo-stalker stalks again.

Listening to: Laura Marling — New Romantic

Long time no see, eh? It’s been busy busy busy up in here, now that the school year is coming to a close. There was AP Week (submitting my portfolio = a hassle) and track meets and dance (not to mention registering for my summer modern and ballet and drawing courses). The spring play starts tonight, and the dance show opens tomorrow next week.

But, of course, I wouldn’t return to you without photos. Of which I have many, from the aforementioned track meets and warm spring nights. So, voilà: here is a selection of the two LC-A+ rolls I just received from the camera store.

how can I catch up when I don’t want to?

Listening to: The XX — Night Time

Well well well. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? The past week’s been so busy that I’m not quite sure what to write about here. I could write about anxiety attacks and stupid people and how I keep getting other people’s underwear returned with my drycleaning. Or, I could write about how my dad came down to visit me this weekend and brought me very small notebooks and chocolate pastilles and Doublemint gum, or how I and a handful of the AP art students had an exhibit on Thursday. I could even tell you about how I’ve lost all feeling in my toes because I stood in the freezing rain for three hours, timing a track meet.

But I don’t really feel like talking about any of that in detail. Instead, I would like you to know that I found a lost roll of film in my drawer and got it developed yesterday. So, please attempt to enjoy a super-grainy section of my roll of forgotten film.

it’s only the end of the world.

Listening to: Panic! At the Disco — Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks

Let me begin with a complaint: my coccyx aches. I just had my weave taken out and my hair wrangled into single braids, so now I’m blonder than ever. Firefox crashed every time I tried to upload this header photo and every time I turn on any sort of media all I hear about is news of death and destruction and even more impending doom. Maybe we set the year 0A.D. too far back and it’s already the Mayans’ 2012, and we’re all going to die (well, we are anyway, eventually, and I don’t actually believe that 2012 is Armageddon because Ragnarok should totally come on a February 31st).

On Saturday I went house shopping with my aunt and cousin and enjoyed petting other people’s cats and debating doors vs. windows as sniper targets (my cousin doesn’t want to live in a house with lots of windows, because “nobody’s ever been shot through a door;” I told her I was going to shoot her through a door just to prove her wrong). I won a silver medal for a double exposure LC-A+ print in the national Scholastic Art Awards, despite my photography teacher’s telling me not to hold my breath waiting to win anything. And I’ve planned an epic photoshoot with Blé for Friday inspired by:

but in suburbia and with cheaper clothes (obviously, since stylist/photographer anwa has a nonexistent clothes budget and all the shmancy vintage dresses she just inherited from her mother are at the cleaner’s). Have I ever mentioned that I love love love Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott, possibly definitely even more than I love Annie Leibovitz (okay, definitely definitely more)? But I’m having a crisis of method in deciding whether to shoot this shoot in digital or in film, but I’m kind of leaning towards the film because then I get to use all of my better lenses AND I will take a “behind the scenes” little photo-movie with my new Flip camera to make up for the fact that it’ll take way too long to get the prints developed.

everything is C-41 processed.

Listening to: Peter Bjorn & John — Objects of My Affection

Soooooo. Back home for the holidays. Yay? Lots of driving. I finally got the CDs that I put on hold at the local library (I had to dash in 0.25 seconds before closing), which means I had to choose four CDs to exclude from my next iPod syncing. I received the terrible news that CARINE ROITFELD IS RESIGNING AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY DREAMS and the lady at the CVS ruined my black and white roll of film, so now its sad corpse hangs from my bulletin board. But I still have two rolls of color film, one from my LC-A+ and one from my FM-10, to share with you, so all is not lost.

 

an analogue portrait of the digital mind.

Listening to: Tegan & Sara — Someday

Happy December & World Aids Day! Yesterday was back to classes. First thing first period, we had a “morality quiz” — our class was split in half and put in two separate rooms, and each group had to decide whether or not to rat out the other group for some unspecified crime. If we both ratted each other out, we’d all get a 60%; if they ratted us out and we stayed silent, they got a 100% and we got a 0, and vice versa; if neither group said anything, we’d all get 80%. But since we all fail at morality, apparently, both groups ratted and we ended up with a 60%. Great way to get back in the swing of things, no?

At photo class I had the customary argument with my teacher; as usual he didn’t like anything I’d shot over break. Well, actually that’s a lie — he really liked two photos, which is up from hating all of them. Le sigh. But he thinks — and I’m sort of compelled to agree — that pretty much every photo I take has people in it, so my current assignment is to take inanimate objects.

But the thing is, I really don’t want to shoot digital right now. Actually, I really, really miss using my F10 more often, but I can’t unless I shoot black and white and develop the film myself because

1) the only roll of color film I took with me is currently in my LC-A+

2) it’s practically impossible to develop color film here, anyway.

My D3000 is just getting on my nerves at the moment, though. The ISO isn’t what I’d like it to be, nor is the fact that I can’t use my better lenses with it because of its stupid D-series mount. I’m hoping for a Diana+ 38mm super-wide angle lens for Christmas, but even that I’ll only be able to use with the F10. And I feel like with the D3000, I’m taking the same thing over and over just because I can. Maybe using the F10 for a while will force me to be a bit more creative?

Anywho. Here are some gorgeous analogue portraits from around the interwebs.

 

an apologetic assortment of somewhat awesome stuff.

Listening to: Björk — Pluto

I will be driving to Montréal this weekend, so I apologize in advance for being unable to post this week’s Friday Foofaraw. I might have to make it a bi-weekly feature, actually, just because of stress on my schedule — but rest assured that the next edition will be AMAZIN’. It just won’t be this week.

To make up for it, though, I decided to reassure you that yes! I do occasionally wear clothes. I also snagged a really nice Canon tripod from my teacher a while ago, so here is what I wore today:

Sorry for my camera-awkwardness. It just won’t go away. Ooh! And! Also — The other day I figured out that I could use my cream eyeshadow as cream eyeliner. So now I have new bright blue, lime green, white and navy (the latter of which I’m wearing now) eyeliner. It’s *quite* convenient.

But, anyway, I also got my prints back last night. So please enjoy a bit of Lomographic whimsy while I try to come up with the theme for next week’s Friday Foofaraw.

 

 

my lomo needs some love, but there is no love for russian film in this land.

Listening to: Camera Obscura — Away With Murder

 

My poor beloved LC-A+ has been sitting on my bookshelf for more than a month now, untouched; I haven’t had the heart to put it in my CameraBox. (It says something about the size of my feet that I can fit four cameras, two of them SLRs, into one of my shoeboxes). That entire time, a roll of what I assume will be quite lovely film from the last days of summer has been rotting inside of it. Why is this so, you ask? It is because the place I’m currently trapped in the town where my school is located is so small that there is not even a one-hour photo at the drugstore, and the camera store has the most awkward hours conceivable and, until recently, has thus been barred from my access. That is, until now — like last year, I’ve now found someone willing to take my rolls of color film (we have a black-and-white darkroom here) out to the camera  store to be developed, and hopefully I will have my prints back by the end of the week. So, in celebration of this glorious happening, and also because I feel like it, please enjoy a little bit o’ Lomo love from around the interwebs:

 

beachy keen.

Listening to: Camera Obscura — Forests And Sands

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Today was the end of my last untainted-by-school weekend, otherwise known as my last weekend of the summer. We went to the beach and were faced with the paradox that many of us beach-goers are: How can the water be so freaking cold when the sand’s burning our feet? All in all, it was fun. Other people tanned; my aunt bronzed; my cousin and I blackened. And since I decided to act like a diva and wear my ginormous sunglasses into the water, I now have a goggle tan.

I took about half a roll of film on my LC-A+ (whose strap broke and I’m pretty sure I got sand stuck in), and got another roll back from the drugstore. Two of them (the one above and another one of a red armchair) came out really well, so I’m happy. I also finished organizing my “Best of Summer 2010″ portfolio. I have 11 still lifes, 16 portraits/ semi-fashion shots, and now seven Lomo prints, distilled from the 1,000+ photos I took these past three months. I’m feeling a bit underwhelmed.

And if my French Vogue doesn’t come in tomorrow’s shipment, I am going to be one unhappy cat. At least my new camera should be here in the next two days!

it’s still raining.

Listening to: Tegan and Sara — Alligator

There are thin black lines on almost all of the prints from my latest roll of film. Next time I think I’ll try to load the film right, not to mention not get the camera jammed while trying to unload it. Whoops. The most upsetting thing about this photo, though, is that the yellow balloon that was in the sky didn’t show up.

This morning we had another short-but-violent thunderstorm. I think that Zeus was just waiting for the lawn guys to take away the last of our felled trees. Also, as another inconvenience, some insect stung my eye. It’s just another of the many reasons why I don’t like flying insects, barring butterflies and dragonflies.

On the bright side, I got a new book yesterday. It’s Geektastic, a collection of short stories edited by Holly Black and Cecil Castellucci. And since I will try to deny my own geekiness even as I blog this, the official reasons for the purchase are that: 1) I needed a book to read on the ride to Chicago, and 2) it features almost all of my favorite published authors (Cassandra Clare, Holly Black, Kelly Link, Garth Nix). I didn’t want to destroy my dignity by walking away with the new Stephanie Meyer book.


blame it on the rain.

Listening to: Ingrid Michaelson — Breakable

Here in the Midwest, it’s tornado season. Or getting there, anywhere. Yesterday we had a huge storm that dumped two and a half trees on our roof, took out the power lines, and cut off my internet. I, for the record, was sitting in my living room with my brother, clutching at a bag that contained my laptop, notebooks and cameras (well, actually just my LC-A+ and D3000) like it was Armageddon. This morning I went out with my dad and took “artful” photos of the damage done to our house. If you happen to be my insurance adjuster, you didn’t read that last line.

On the bright side, I went shopping with my mom today. It’s nice to live within an hour of a mall again, even if the mall is so much farther and smaller than the one by where we live in Montreal. Also, bands I discovered I like now: Tegan and Sara, and Stars of Track And Field.

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