I simply must pause for a moment to share a few photos from my last 2 rolls of film, because OMG! People! Expired film is the most exciting thing that’s happened to me since that time I found $20 on the sidewalk on my way to buying a pack of smokes for my pops when I was 10 years old. Never mind the underage cigarette purchase. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH CANDY YOU CAN BUY WITH TWENTY BUCKS?
A friend gave me expired film ages ago, which I finally put to the test last month and the results made me feel like the heavens had opened up and rained down on me in the form of jujubes and sour gummy bears. Behold. Imperfect photos. In our Western civilization, which is, let’s face it, an out with the old and in with the new kind of society, not everyone appreciates the worn, the frayed, the chipped, the grainy, the dented, the rusted, the broken, the flawed and faded. I, on the other hand, am rather a big fan of all the above. So you can imagine my excitement at getting these photos back from the print shop. Dark, grainy, moody, nostalgic and perfectly imperfect. The kind of photos you might find in your grandmother’s photo album from the 60’s. Slightly sun burned and a little creepy in a David Lynch sort of way.
Dear Kodak Ektachrome 160 Tungsten film expired in 1986 & 1987, I think you are made of whatever unicorn horns are made of. Yeah. That stuff.
So if anyone knows of someone who wants to get rid of film that’s been sitting in their freezer for the past 20 years, look no further. Send the magic my way! I’d be happy to take it for a test drive.
P.S. How strange is that barber shop with the taxidermy rodents in the vitrine?