As my month as guest blogger comes to an end I leave you with one last image. The best one yet out of one and a half packs of old film.
The flowers I salvaged from the bins at the flower market are expired as is my film. Thank you for looking.
Kind regards, Jason
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My box of Polaroid 559 is in bad shape. Much worse than the Fuji pack.
It pulls me towards the conclusion that film really is dead. Which saddens me.
But in death there is beauty and Death is not the opposite of Life, but the counterpart to Birth.
New ideas are born every second.
As it’s my last week as guest blogger I will let you into my head. Here is a digital picture of my analogue set-up.
I have another precious box of Polaroid. It expired in 1993. Faded box but inside packaging in great condition.
I spent the afternoon working my gear into position. I unpacked the film and loaded it up. I checked the set again and was about to start on the light when hailstones started drumming on the roof and black clouds rolled over London and changed my picture. I have to wait now till the morning when I will make the exposure. Should I? Will it even work? Is it the death of film?
I finished my pack of fuji. The last image needed two sheets of film. I photographed my rotting compost heap. There is a malevolent beauty in it. The musty hues and dank colours suit my mood and are perfect for my last sheet of fuji. I now have a box of polaroid 559 to work with- expired 1992. Today I saw a De Vere 504 enlarger online for a very reasonable price. Is it worth the investment in time and money? Who cares if I shoot on 5×4 film and print the negative myself? The only digital intervention would be if I chose to show it online. Otherwise I could hang it on a wall and it would be a true original: Conceived, executed and presented by me.
Does anybody care? I do.
Maybe that is the point. Is this the inherent strength in the image? Because I care so much.
Process.Craft. Authenticity. These are buzzwords in our hipster culture. A backstory . Something to touch and feel. Keep it real. who gives a damn?