Today’s image is from the latest results of the Great Transatlantic Pinhole Filmswap Project. This is one of those serendipitous film swap photos that make me remember why I love doing these. I am not very fond of this self portrait of me, but I am sharing it here because today I need the reminder to love myself. The odd thing about this photo is that I made a video at this exact time and shared it here on my blog, with a quote from Kendrick Lamar’s song, “I” (a song about loving oneself).
You can see the rest of the results from the swap here. And do let me know if you are interested in participating!
Camera: Terrapin 3d printed pinhole camera. Made by the fabulous Todd Schlemmer.
Film: Ektar 100
Inge shot her side in Rotterdam, The Netherlands. I shot mine in Portland, Oregon, USA.
I met Inge via Brendan when I first saw the film swap they did together. I checked out her photography on Flickr and was all, “I need to be friends with this woman.” We have a lot in common, film photography and tattoos being a couple of those things. I am glad that she felt the same way because I have really enjoyed getting to know her on Twitter and Facebook.
Inge lives in the Netherlands and took her photos in Amsterdam. She shot her side of the roll with an Afga Optima. She redscaled the roll and sent it my way to Oregon where I re-shot it on a walk around Sandy one Sunday evening. My shots are upside down which made for some interesting effects.
The idea of Amsterdam vs Sandy makes me laugh a bit. Sandy is so small town and hokey. I love my little town, don’t get me wrong. But it is. I thought it might be fun to contrast my small town with Amsterdam, which in my mind is this mythological utopia of liberal goodness (I have never been there but it is on my list of Places I Must Visit Before I Die).
There were lots of really great photos from this swap! You can see some of them in the gallery above by clicking on an image. Here are some more that I liked.
A penny on postboxes
Dit is toch NEMO?
You can see more of Inge’s work on her Flickr or her Lomo Home!
I have written about my experience walking across the Golden Gate Bridge in March. It wasn’t a pleasant one. When I came home and after I wrote my blog post about it I found myself wanting to watch The Bridge again. I don’t know why. This bridge has been haunting me.
What I did not tell you about that day was that I was also shooting photos on a roll of film that I would send overseas to Brendan for another round of his International Film Swap project.
The photos from the bridge are as haunting as the bridge itself. Kind of spooky, actually. Here, have a look:
Mother Mary watches over the Golden Gate
Honestly. Does this need any explanation? It gives me chills.
Final Resting Place
I showed this to Raf and the first thing out of his mouth was, “Final resting place.”
Bridge or mortuary?
When I shot this sign I thought it was kind of funny and rebellious. If you look closely you will see that right under the word “Bridge” is the word “Mortuary” (from Brendan’s double exposure). Indeed, the place feels very haunted to me. Lots of very sad souls there.
There are more really cool photos from the swap that are less morbid and I will share them in another post. Stay tuned!
My exposures are from SF (obvs) and Brendan’s exposures are in Dublin.
I mentioned that a couple of photos from my film swap with Mr. AwareoftheVoid really stand out for me. I wanted them to have their own blog post. This is one of them. I feel like it doesn’t need a blathery exposition because it kind of speaks for itself. And maybe I should just shut up and let the photo do the talking. However…
A little while before Brendan sent these to me I got the call from my mom telling me that my uncle was actively dying. When she told me it felt like someone punched me in the stomach. I honestly didn’t think he would die so quickly. He only found out two weeks ago that he had lung cancer. I honestly thought that I would have time to go back home to say goodbye. But, apparently, life doesn’t work that way. I was in shock. As I was looking at the photos, in shock, this particular one jumped out for obvious reasons. I love how the sunrise is bleeding through the gate, like it refuses to be held back. What a beautiful metaphor.
The lock part of the photo was taken on the Steel Bridge in Portland, Oregon and the Sunrise was taken by Brendan in Dublin.