Nice, Bright Colors

Oh man. So, for some reason, I’m not taking this very well.

I had a hard time moving from film to digital. Not because of any technical hurdle; it just didn’t feel right. Like, film felt so real. There was urgency. Scarcity of film meant you had to make every shot count. It kept you on your toes.

I had a long history with film. We were buds. Twelve years of my life, getting acquainted with one specific medium. I rebuilt my brother’s old darkroom that had fallen into disrepair. I expanded it to more than 4 times its original size. I really, really got intimate with some chemicals. And light headed. Four summers in a row, every day spent cooped up in a darkroom, developing tons, and tons, and tons of negatives and prints.

I still have my N90s body, and an old Nikkormat FT-3. I grab a few rolls of T-Max or Tri-X, and mess around with them every year or two. Jon (my brother in law. Hi Jon!) has my FM-2n – a camera that is seriously no joke. “You could hammer nails with it,” and all that. It’s seriously a beast, especially with the MD-12 motor drive. 3.2 frames per second! Using 1982 technology! I still have all the old darkroom gear sitting at mom’s house. I guess I’d just need to grab some fresh developer and fixer and I should be all set. Still have tons of hypo-clear and photo-flo and a really nice stainless film tank. Jonesin.

So this whole Kodachrome thing. Ouch. I shot a lot of slides with K25. K64. Those film bases are like maps to parts of my adolescence. I might try to buy a box and stash it in the fridge, and make it a point to use the film cameras every month. If for nothing other than to have some slides from the very, very end of the Kodachrome era, as proof that I lived to see it.

I'll miss you, old friend

1 Response to “Nice, Bright Colors”

  • Holy shit. I just got tears in my eyes.
    This is bullshit.
    Fuck digital pictures.
    They stink.

    And furthermore, when I was working at the camera shop in the 90’s, a little old lady came in with a box of slides on K64 that were of her husband from before WWII. And they were perfectly archived, even though they were in a cardboard box all piled atop one another. The colors were still perfect, 60 years stored in the attic later. And when I sent them to Berry and Homer for prints, they looked perfect. The colors were still good. Because Kodachrome 64 was, is and will always be the best ever. Digital pics are never gonna be cool. Just like solid state guitar amps, soy milk and wearing a condom. Bullshit.

    So long Kodachrome old buddy. Gonna miss ya.

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