It’s amazing what can happen in a few moments walking around the block.
I stopped by the photo workshop that Levi’s set up at the old Deitch space on Wooster Street today to sign up for some free studio time(!), and to my pleasant surprise, the folks over at the Impossible Project were there lending out Polaroids and a pack of film to anyone who wanted to get their photo on for the afternoon. I handed over my ID and I got a polaroid camera and a pack of the Impossible Project’s own Silver Shade Monochrome film and was on my way.
I went through my 8 shots pretty quickly (I thought there were 10!). It was pretty rad for me because I can’t remember the last time I went out onto the street to shoot. Now I certainly don’t miss street photography nor do I aspire to be a street photographer, but taking pictures just for the fun of it is something I haven’t done in a long time (I’m still recovering from graduate school…and I think too much), and it was a lovely few moments seeing what this new film would bring – and rediscovering the act of discovering.
Treating my camera like a sketchbook is a really important attitude for me to have towards photography, and I remembered today that I need to that more often. The photos above are my edit from today’s experiment. Whaddya think?
And I’ll be there on Saturday, November 13th from 1-4 shooting portraits of my friends – I’d love it if you came in to let me shoot your pretty face!
P.S. This blog entry was not endorsed by Levi’s or the Impossible Project – I just really dig what they are doing.
I had the opportunity to spend last weekend with 40 friends and aquaintances camping in an undisclosed location hosted by the folks at flux factory. Jeff Stark and A’yen Tran led us on a “Going Places (Doing Stuff)” weekend for 36 hours of rock diving, camp-song singing, skinny dipping, shooting star-gazing, hiking, and the establishment of a new landmark, Babe Rock Island.
After 2 hours of traffic and driving songs, we stopped at “hell hole” somewhere near Bear Mountain. Chilled in a waterfall and leapt off a 20-foot rock into cool water.
Stopped for a picnic lunch and decided to see what it felt like to be in a painting by one of the Hudson River School painters of the 19th century….
Kind of like this one….
Arriving at camp for some much needed hammock time.
My lovely sister likes to think I went on a “hipster camping” trip – turns out hipster camping is not unlike real people camping.
You can see the full gallery of photos here.