Spending a Winter's day with nothing more than a fixed lens and a sharp little iPhone app. And of course, Joni.
Art & Commerce /
Guitarist Adam Rogers.
East Marion Cemetery /
The Last Polaroids /
Tom Newsom.
So I’ve run out of Polaroid stock. I truly love this stuff, and I know there are thousands of artist out there still working the emulsion. I also know that the camera (long dead; resurrected; on life-support; surprisingly fit for an old man) is coming back. So what is now an “artist’s medium” might still be available at Duane Reade in the future.
I’ll hang on to my brave ‘320 with it’s moldy close-up lens attachment and rheumy electric eye—when there’s stock to be had, and a friend to sit for it, it delivers that seeping, off-color look I adore. The onecamera Flickr page has more…
This is Miles /
Mr. Gilbert, with found object, Tulsa, OK. He has other interests, too.
French Letters /
I spent a few days being a tourist last week. It was a quick trip, and I wish I had more to report.