Showing posts with label analog photography in a digital world. Show all posts
Showing posts with label analog photography in a digital world. Show all posts

Monday, 4 April 2011

Efilm

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...which I am now reliably informed is not a new product, even though it's only a concept! This silicon film was premiered back in 2001. Thanks to @alkchan.

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RE-35 | Digital cartridges for analog 35-mm cameras

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If only this was true. Got duped this morning by a late April fools. Flexible 35mm digital sensors for old film cameras.

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Thursday, 20 January 2011

Colour Twelve

the colour twelve is a small, independent zine exploring experimental photography, focussing on the aesthetic of failure, blur, saturation, medium destruction and their relationship with subject.

the zine is published online and is available for free download.

A lovely little zine that celebrates lo-fi photography. And it's free!

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A Digital Holga

Superb idea. Low-fi hi-tech.

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Friday, 19 March 2010

Beautiful. "Raiding Eternity" by Joel Johnson

She hands me a manila envelope, tipping it to spill old slides and prints into my hands. "Have you scanned these in?" I ask. "I don't know how," she says. "Then they don't exist," I reply. It's bedroom-level profundity, but I surprise myself by believing it more than a little bit.

I pick up a photo of her father. He's spread out on a bed with his shirt off, his infant daughter sleeping in a bundle on the floor beside him. The little tab in the corner of the print says "1982".

"My mom never liked having that picture of him in the album," she says. "She thought he looked too sexy." I tilt the picture in my hands just a bit until I can see the scratches on the matte surface. There are hundreds of little indentions, tracks from fingernails showing the many times the photo has been held.

When we scan this picture in those scuffs will disappear. The rest of the world will see only the young, bearded man smiling in some sepia living room. They'll increment the file's viewcount by one, leaving their own perfect hash mark. It won't be the same as the photo I'm holding in my hands, shifting in the light to read its physical metadata, but it won't be inferior, either.

A very thought-provoking piece of sad-but-beautiful writing about digital memories by Joel Johnson for Gizmodo. Worth reading in full.

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Monday, 8 February 2010