“I hate this place. This zoo. This prison. This reality, whatever you want to call it, I can’t stand it any longer. It’s the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink and every time I do, I fear that I’ve somehow been infected by it. “
It was all I could think of when I re-discovered this neg.
There was this guy I used to know who bugged the heck out of me to come along when I shot a wedding six or seven years ago. I had never done it before and couldn’t afford to pay him, but happily let him come. I had a good time but he was absolutely bowled over by the experience.
Within a year, he’d quit his job and scored a couple of digital cameras and a simple editing system and was shooting weddings full time. Not long after that, he was shooting event coverage and somehow got a client who needed some headshots. He offered to bring me along as his assistant and said if I wanted I could shoot some. They were going for a Men in Black kinda theme.
This was one of the black and whites I shot. The other roll was cross processed and didn’t come out well ’cause the film lends itself more to colors and these were largely monochromatic images.
I kinda thought it looked more like Agent Smith.
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