Posts Tagged ‘ lomography ’

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.

boxing day snow whimsy + new diana+ lens.

Listening to: Santigold — L.E.S. Artistes

Happy belated Boxing Day, everyone! What a nice little footnote on the calendar that was. I spent the day before eating Polish desserts with Nigerian people (who ate all of the upside-down pear pie I baked, by the way, but barely touched the pecan one) and playing with someone else’s albino baby, and much to my delight, I received the Diana+ 38mm lens I’d been hoping for as a Christmas present. So on Boxing Day I shot two rolls of film with Blé, one with my new lens on my FM10 and one with my standard Nikkor 35-70mm lens, and I’ve got to say that I was surprisingly pleased with the results.

 

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!

in which anwa tries to summarize the rambling contents of this post in one tagline and fails.

Listening to: Regina Spektor – Music Box

And it’s the greatest voyage in the history of plastic….

That title was kind of long. My apologies.

Well, I got my latest roll of LC-A+ film back from the drugstore yesterday. And there are a bunch of neon-blue and green squiggly lines all over the photos, like if someone was standing just behind my shutter waving glosticks. I’m not sure if it’s a light-leaks thing or a film thing, but it’s très bizarre. I kinda like them, though, but not for the same reasons I like my other (digital) photos. People who don’t use Lomos rarely seem to understand this, other than noting, “That photo’s out of focus!”

But anyway. I spent the past day retrieving ice cream for my cousin, who just had a tonsillectomy. We spent countless hours lounging on her bed watching season one of The Vampire Diaries and the movie The Losers, which I must say has the best use of slo-mo I’ve seen in some time. We got so fed up with Elena, the main character of The Vampire Diaries (I mean, what is with girls in things about vampires? Have they no sense?) that we drew a “BISH PLZ!” sign and would hold it up at the screen whenever she got too out of it.

And, despite my reservations, I purchased this month’s issue of French Vogue. As usual, it was for the photography. It’s my opinion that Vogue Paris and Vogue Italia have the best spreads, and this month there was a particularly amazing one titled L’hiver avant l’hiver (Winter before winter) featuring in part the amazing Crystal Renn, so I couldn’t resist. Scanned and work-safe (because many weren’t) examples below:

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My apologies for the sucktastic scans, but my scanner is puny and I really wanted to keep the issue intact. In addition, I had to do this in the dark, because I got a killer headache halfway through writing this (from waking up to the house alarm and then going for a run on an empty stomach) so I had to stop and take a nap.

But, oh French Vogue, you make it so much harder to dislike Carine Roitfeld when she styles such beautiful (and plus-size model inclusive) shoots as these.

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.


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