Hey theya coppash, you’re a bunch of fiulthy diurty rrrats, schee… I went and painted the town black and white so yuhs could get some sense into that thick skull o’ yers. Nyyyeaaaahhh, scheee? Really, show you wut fer.
Sorry about that, I got a little excited about trying to shoot my neighborhood like an old Film Noir from the 30’s (note: get me drunk and ask me to give you an oral dissertation on Film Noir and whether it’s a genre or a time period). I’ve been shooting a lot of golden hour lately, and decided to switch it up and absolutely STOMP through the neighborhood at night, very rapidly shooting three rolls of film at a blistering pace rather than my usual meandering over the course of a weekend. This night, I shot three rolls of film in about two hours of walking. It was nice to concentrate on volume rather than… uh, whatever it is I focus on usually (quality? sexiness?). That said, out of 108 exposures, you can imagine that a lot of it was garbage. Some shots of my city were pretty creepy, and some were creepy-pretty:
Walker, Texas Ranger.
Drip.
The least garbage of three rolls of Ilford 3200 B&W pushed to 6400. Leica M-A, Summicron 50mm F2 with a 1/4 Pro Mist filter to make the highlights bloom.
Bankshot. City Bank shot. Nothing but net.