Kat and I are big fans of analog. We’ve always had a thing for vintage and classics, warm saturated tones and colors and what not. This is a print from her Diana F+ Lomo that’s fitted with Fuji Instamax film (basically: polaroid) that makes instant prints. Pretty dope, but took her awhile to get a framing technique together (which is still far from perfect). We have dozens of prints in various states of failure, many pitch black, total white, or of our friends with no heads. So basically, its pretty accurate and depicts real life very well.
Meanwhile I’m holding a box contraption that blocks out light of a Kodak Duaflex III, which is a medium format camera. I point my camera through the viewfinder to come up with a picture of, well, a picture of what a person sees when looking through the viewfinder (TTV). It’s a pretty big square piece of glass, and really cool looking through it. It’s amazing how the image can pop out – it’s basically my own portable camera obscura.
We’ve all been conditioned to think that perfect is always better, that you want clean, pure, expensive, unadulterated. Yet the warm hiss and pop of vinyl, the saturated tones of a lomo print, the struggle of a 79 VW bus traversing a grade, these embody for me the beauty and soul of art. It’s more fun making mistakes, it’s a lot more beautiful, than being perfect.