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some film from yesterday of singer/songwriter/producer and longtime collaborator andrew lynch aka nav/attack in advance of his new long player. 

4x5 portra 160 taken today…

to test my newly acquired jobo cpp2 processor, about which I have had wrenching ebayer’s remorse, and with which I had terrible results the other day with 120 and 35mm (the latter of which I never process or scan…except in lieu of self flagellation). But these today did help to slightly mollify mounting anxiety and searing ambivalence about opening a 1 hr photo lab next to my toilet. 

i am only publishing this first attempt at tray processing an 8x10 color  negative because it is nothing short of a miracle of modern chemicals that an image even exists after the ass backwards butchery I inflicted on this hapless sheet of portra 160 in the dark…and then in the light, long before there was meant to be light. 

i am only publishing this first attempt at tray processing an 8x10 color  negative because it is nothing short of a miracle of modern chemicals that an image even exists after the ass backwards butchery I inflicted on this hapless sheet of portra 160 in the dark…and then in the light, long before there was meant to be light. 

i promised my shrink i wouldn’t go home tonight and shoot a roll of portra 800 and spend the better part of the evening developing and scanning it. 

last night in in a drunken stupor…

i decided to overcome my 25 year plus fear of developing my own film. Ever since I nearly burned down my middle school darkroom, from which I  fled, wreaking of chemicals with which I concocted a nefarious brew, I have been a little leery of my abilities as a chemist. 

Last night, a little loosey goosey, I tried to stuff my inebriated brain with you tube tutorials, a cheat sheet from Freestyle Photo , god bless ‘em, and instructions from the variety of chemicals that have been stored, dormant in my upstairs bathroom, more neglected than the stop smoking book I had for months before I finally dared opened, and fuck me, I never smoked again.  I’ve been miserable ever since. Five years. That’s another story. 

The results (proof sheet #1) speak for themselves. 

This evening (early morning), only mildly sedated, I shot another roll, and gave it a decidedly more focused effort. The results (proof #2) are substantive proof of that which I was already rather sure: Kids, stick to the Ativan. 

my week in Plaubel (b+w).