No it's not

When i posted this, some time back, i had a range of rather different and misguided convictions. Cleaning out my hard drive, i stumbled onto the image, saved in one of the backup folders. However, between then and now, we learned a valuable lesson. Never go against your better judgement.



If you do go against it, your mistakes and bad decisions will gang up on you. And ...



You won't be one of them.

Old images from a broken drive IV

Old images from a broken drive

Back when i started photography, my mom would save all the pictures I'd send her. Meanwhile i broke the hard drive, one evening and lost quite a bit. I had already gathered quite a little archive which also contained bits from the first semester of Uni. Years later, she's remembered that she kept them and mailed everything back to me. Seeing them all these years later, turns out i wasn't exactly a genius back then - but some aren't half bad. Those I'm going to start posting every now and again, for a little while.



Back then. working on a Nikon FM2 was really the thing to do. These were actually test shots from my first "paid" shoot. I got twenty quid, basically the film money. I must say, i was shit at negotiating.

Untitled

Just seconds ago

Good song for this last day

Let's see how far we've come

When we were beautiful VI

When we were beautiful V

I know my dad's photography skills rival Cartier-Bresson and the whole Magnum bunch but every now and again even he had some less then perfect shots. I found this neg which was very very underexposed and needed quite a bit of layering and adjusting to get it at least this good. For the first time on the blog, my blond cousin when he was probably about 3 or 4. Then his parents, then us again.

When we were beautiful IV

This is one of the places we grew up in, at the country side. It was blue. Really blue and had a small front porch that i never understoof but always loved. More than 15 years from when those pictures were taken i went back to the house and shot it again here, just because i was passing by on our way from the seaside. I remember our green Skoda and my sister sleeping in the rear window and i remember my father taking the first picture of us and the bucket. For a while that's all i remembered of the place

Cradlesong

I don't want to be a faded memory
I don't want to be the ghost that you can't shake
I want to be the real thing

When we were beautiful III

When we were wearing those glasses, the hipsters today were probably not even born.



This image cannot possibly be explained.


My young dad

The birth of alcohol.

Wait(s) for me

When we were beautiful II

Today i'm a bit selfish. All the pictures are about me. The four ladies that appear in the images with me at one year old have brought me up and taken care of me while i was small and obnoxious. Tomorrow we're having my sister again ...









this last one is from the previous film. All the shots from the previous post were of me when i was five (cunningly deduced from the cake) so my sister and my cousin must have been two and a bit...

When we were beautiful

When i left for the UK, i took a box of film that has been lying around from before i was born. I figured that nobody really cares about it so i might just take it and scan it when i can. It took me three years to get around to doing that. It's dozens of films, beginning with my mother's high school graduation up to some shots of us around 8-12 years old.

Some are brilliant, some i knew and some are very random. There's a whole bunch of unknown people, a funeral, a wedding, a sheep, people i know, cars and teenagers who are probably my mum's age. Anyway, since i'm not going to be writing too much on account of me literally living in the darkroom, this week i'll keep posting images i've scanned from those negs. If they don't say anything about the people, don't worry. It just means i don't know either...

So without further delay (but to my surprise), here's scans from a SLIDE film that my dad shot of us in the park and at Christmas (i suspect)

Note to self

Master key - Lousy lock.

Summer Portraits II