I’m finally getting around to developing the mountain of exposed rolls of film that is currently taking over any available space on my worktop. I’m sure most film photographers can sympathise with that feeling of dread whenever you look at that pile of little cylinders which equate to hours of developing, scanning, organising and filing. But I’m determined to battle on over the coming months and be on top of my game again. There is one good side to having all those unorganised films in a mess and that’s the delight of seeing those tiny negatives and images you forgot you had taken ages ago.
The following two projects are from almost a year ago:
The first was a day shooting Notting Hill with a mate, Martin; @westen30 I remember it was a really sunny morning so the photos are very contrasty and we were really trying to manipulate the areas of sun and shadow.
The second is from my yearly pilgrimage to Brighton, not just to eat chips, play on the pier and lounge on the stony shore but also to pay my respects to a man I never knew but tragically lost their life there.
Oh and no post is complete without a cat!
and the cat!