02.17.15: Deathless Death

Kodak Portra 800 // Nikon N90S

02.10.15: We Love ATL

I went to my first "instameet" the other day, which, admittedly, I first found kind of strange. Upon walking in, I was instructed to write my IG tag on a "Hello, My Name Is" sticker. Then, as I walked around, people introduced themselves as their pseudonyms. I'm already pretty awkward at social events, so before I did anything else I downed two vodka tonics. 

We went to the top of the Westin, 73 floors above Atlanta, to the Sundial. The views were breathtaking right off the bat; I wanted to slap myself for having never been up there before. I walked in circles around the 72nd floor, snapping photos, & trying to find my favorite viewshed for the night's sunset. I decided upon framing my pre & post sunset photos on the "main vein" of ATL (Interstate 85), and two of the tallest buildings in the city: the SunTrust & Bank of America plazas. There, I hit it off with another solo-venturer. We agreed that everyone else was crazy for not choosing this shot. We were mystified. 

Again, I decided to experiment with Sensia 400 & C41 processing, which resulted in golden hues & green clouds. Overall, I was satisfied. And, despite initially being weirded out by the internet's blatant infusion into reality, I ended up having a great time, snapped some good photos, & realized just how many badass photographers there are here in Atlanta.  

01.04.15 Suburban Suicide

I don't normally venture outside the city limits. Once outside, I feel like a ticking suicide bomb. This place called for me, however. I'm a lush for old industrial sites. Pictured is an old asphalt processing facility, in the sticks outside ATL.

Normally, I don't bat an eye at sketchy characters around urban abandonments. It's only natural; hell, I'm probably one of them. But, the type we ran into here were of another breed. A man dressed in jogging pants, cowboy boots, and a silken robe, came up and began questioning us. At times he was threatening, and other times playful. I'm normally good at reading folks; but he was off my radar. He was constantly eyeing me, saying stuff like "Ooh, I like it when you smile." Towards the end of our conversation, he lifted his shirt and said, "hey! don't you worry; I ain't packin." I desperately wanted to reply by pulling up mine and shouting, "well, you ain't very prepared are ya?!" Too bad I don't carry. In my head, I blasted his ass.

After he stumbled away, I got some rad shots with my Nikon N90S & Infrared Ilford SFX 200.