Shooting on film seems to be a bit of a forgotten art these days. Some of my fondest memories as a kid involved lugging around a brick of a camera and sloppily snapping at any passing subject before it flickered away and was gone forever. Three minutes and 24 photos later the fun was over. A few days would pass and I would find myself holding a paper envelope and wondering what the hell was inside, barely remembering what I had for breakfast let alone what I found interesting enough to photograph days prior. It was impossible to know whether taking a peek inside would reveal a set of skilfully shot prints that rivalled that of Ansel Adams or a collage of kodachrome catastrophes.
While living a fairly sedentary lifestyle in little old Adelaide for the last few months I have decided to take it back a decade and try my hand at the forgotten art of photo-making via film. Here’s a few snaps from recent events taken with very little skill or thought to get the ball rolling. (double exposure on Rollei Redbird film)
A few days ago in Australia it was Australia Day and Triple J played its much talked about Hottest 100 countdown. This song was not number 1.