Nikon F100 | 35mm | Kodak Portra 400
A nod to Pictorialism and early still life photography dating back to the 1830s with works from Jacques-Louis-Mandé Daguerre and William Henry Fox Talbot. Prints available at my new shop at Saatchi Art.
4×5 Pacemaker Crown Graphic | Atomic-X 100 | R5 Monobath Developer
Still Life 2, January
torn mixtape titled 8.12.72
afternoon set in a rose crystal
sometime ago in the woods, a feather
patchouli and sage on her dress
as she peeled an orange
inside the darkroom last week
Crown Graphic | 4×5 | Atomic-X 100 ISO
Still Life, January
snowflakes on the front porch
cat curled against window pane
caramelized onions in coconut oil
water stained film
the lilies he gave me
I recently bought a large format camera and after my first trek out with the Crown Graphic, tripod, loaded 4×5 film holders, and dark cloth, I was hooked. My hands froze in the bitter New England wind. Among the snow flurries, bitter cold, setting sun, I hiked around a reservoir, metered two shots, and crossed my fingers for the best. I noted exposure settings for each shot on my phone as reference. The first two shots were made on expired Velvia 50 which meant not only did I have to nail the mechanics of setting up the camera, but also exposing the film since chrome, like black and white, needs a dead on exposure. I waited to shoot the remaining 8 sheets of chrome film that came with the camera before moving onto black and white. The first two sheets of film mailed back from the lab had a magenta shift and good tones. I shot the last of the film then bought chemistry and film to set up a minimal black and white film darkroom at home. I questioned the decision the entire time. Bathroom, chemistry, equipment…did I really want to slow my work down that much? Frame by frame then developing and scanning and . . . once I processed my first sheets of 4×5 film I couldn’t repeat the process soon enough so it’s back into the darkroom with gloves, goggles, and a diy exhaust system, aka box fan.
A few weekends ago, we set off for Misquamicut Beach in Rhode Island just to see the ocean waves roll in and to feel the grit of sand. It was worth every blustery second. Seems like the negatives were scratched in camera or in processing (I won’t know until I get the negatives back), either way it gives them a handled look that’s growing on me.