In honor of the snowy weather here in DC.
Rolleiflex 3.5F, Portra 400. Scan by Indie Photo Lab.
filmisnotdead
In honor of the snowy weather here in DC.
Rolleiflex 3.5F, Portra 400. Scan by Indie Photo Lab.
Hasselblad 500 c/m, 150 Sonnar, Fuji Neopan Acros 100
I'm very pleased with how this portrait of my friend Anant came out.
Rolleiflex 3.5F, Portra 400.
Scan by IndiePhotoLab.com
Mamiya 645, TMAX 100
This was an hommage I did with Amanda referencing a portrait Avedon did of Gloria Vanderbilt. Still one of my favorites, and one with which to scare grandchildren one day.
As I was perusing my photography forums the other day, I stumbled across a post where a guy complained that he was feeling uninspired in his photos, and was considering trying film. As one would expect on a forum devoted to digital photography, he was discouraged from this line of thought by most of the other participants in the thread. This in itself is neither unusual nor worth writing about. However, one of the criticisms of film and film-users struck me as interesting:
I found this to be an interesting criticism, because in my view nostalgia is the fundamental matter of photographs, which are just echoes of moments past. As soon as a photograph is made, it is a representation of a world that no longer exists. We use photographs to record places we’ve been, things we’ve seen, and people we’ve loved. There is no way to repudiate nostalgia without condemning the practice of photography. I wholeheartedly admit that I shoot film cameras with a sense of nostalgia, and I feel no need to apologize for it!