01.17.14: Sensia

I bummed around Atlanta snapping photos with Sensia 400 with the intention of cross-processing. I was hoping the roll would display some crazy blues or greens, as its known to. However, most of the frames have a yellow hue to them. Cross-processing adds a whole new layer of mystery to the art of shooting film. I'm rather excited to shoot off the second roll; maybe it will grant me some cool tones. 

Sensia 400 // Nikon N90S // C41 process

01.14.15: Phantom

Ilford Delta 400 // Nikon N90S 

01.07.15: Lucky Number 7

Since graduating, I've actually had time to ride the train again. Nothing was more depressing for me over the past four years than having to sit all day: sit in school, sit in my car, sit at work, repeat. I don't know how people keep it up. Needless to say, I've brushed the dust off my camera once again.

I got off early from my job on New Years Eve. I'm not really one to celebrate holidays; I celebrate every day. So, I rode the train to 5 Points to shot a roll off downtown. There was a huge police presence due to the Peach Drop. I could hardly navigate due to all the swat vehicles & barricades. On the other hand, there were local street musicians and drunken couples on every corner.

Later on, after a few obligatory drinks, I walked my friends to the Tabernacle where they were going to see a show. I expected to hug them goodbye and go about my solitary photography endeavor. After unsuccessfully trying to convince me to buy an $85 dollar ticket to join them, I started down Luckie Street when an onlooker grabbed my arm and handed me a ticket: "you should go with them." We dubbed him "the Miracle Man" and bought him drinks for the rest of the night. I asked him why and he placed stickers on the 3 of us that read "beautiful people." My friend Brittany attributes it to my accumulated karma, I attribute it to the lucky number 7.

Ilford Delta 400 // Nikon N90S

12.29.14: Stardust

Bonus:

My last stop in New Orleans was a ruby-red, abandoned theatre where Louis Armstrong once played. It was once attached to a school, which has since been demolished. The exorbitant architecture and design matched that of most other schools I've explored, constructed in the early 20th c. I couldn't help but think how much more inspiring it must have been being schooled in a place so beautiful. In contrast to the striking colors, colossal atriums, & intricate woodworking seen here, all I remember about my schools are white walls & laminante floors; and the teachers were just as drab. How can we expect to mold creative human beings in surroundings so dull? Maybe this explains the deficiency of creativity in this generation; or, at least there's surely a connection. 

The bonus pictures were taken on the road trip back home to Atlanta. We stopped into Montgomery, AL to pay our respects to Hank Williams at the Oakwood Cemetery. It was a beautiful afternoon, and the gravesite was encased by autumn-colored woods & eerie lines of trees sheathed in spanish moss. Buried next to his wife, his gravestone featured engravings of boots, a guitar, a cowboy hat, & one of his songs "Luke the Drifter." 

It was an amazing trip.

Kodak Portra 400 / Nikon N90S