Showing posts with label Olympus 35RC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Olympus 35RC. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Monday, October 11, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Filming on King & York
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| Olympus 35RC & Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min30sec |
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| Olympus 35RC & Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min30sec |
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
On the Street: Yonge & Dundas Square
This is my first roll of Kodak TriX. I like it. The tones are superb...
Street photography with a lens like that is no longer street photography.
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| Olympus 35RC & Kodak Tri-X in HC110 (1+31) 6min 30sec |
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| Olympus 35RC & Kodak Tri-X in HC110 (1+31) 6min 30sec |
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| Olympus 35RC & Kodak Tri-X in HC110 (1+31) 6min 30sec |
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| Olympus 35RC & Kodak Tri-X in HC110 (1+31) 6min 30sec |
Fashion Districy: Queen St W
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec, Olympus 35RC |
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec, Olympus 35RC |
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec, Olympus 35RC |
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec, Olympus 35RC |
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec, Olympus 35RC |
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec, Olympus 35RC |
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec, Olympus 35RC |
Saturday, September 25, 2010
For lease: Queen Street W
Different generatios check out the same things.
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec. Olympus 35RC |
Monday, September 20, 2010
Condom Shack on Queen Street W
One of the biggest criticisms that I have against Canadian stores is the lack of bite in their names. The same comment applies to most advertising. But once awhile, you get this one that screams out loud.
But alas, it still ain't very original...
But alas, it still ain't very original...
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec, Olympus 35RC |
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Weekend without cheese = Kiss without squeeze
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min & 30sec, Olympus 35RC |
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Resident Evil Afterlife: Queen Street W
Can't wait to see it. In 3D!
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 - 5 min & 30 sec. Olympus 35RC Rangefinder |
Friday, September 3, 2010
2 Degrees of Separation
"People want to move too fast. Get stuff done and get on to the next thing. Do you remember the last time you had an hour long conversation with someone? Did they glance at their phone every so often, reminding you of the split nature of their attention?" - Kirk Tuck, reminiscing on human contact before the information age.
Ironic. This reminiscence for human contact of the pre-information era, on the worldwide web. The 2 degrees of separation: me to computer to everyone else.
I remember the last time I had an hour long conversation with someone. It happened just today in fact. It has been happening quite a lot lately. Almost without fail, an hour or so each day on the subway and in the subway station: we'd talk for half an hour on the subway, and then linger for another hour or so at the final stop, sharing our days' stories.
And then the days' pace would eventually catch up with us and the dimming lights would remind us to part.We'd say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.
Lately, that one hour of each working day would represent the best hour of that day - the only hour when I feel totally at ease, unpressured and timeless, as we watch the other commuters brush past us, their pace pulpable and sickening. For that one hour of each day, we can literally slow down and watch the world rush by.
Wouldn't it be great if there were more moments like these?
Perhaps it is time for me to take a break from this daily rush I call life and reflect on what really is important to me. A retreat of sorts. No phone, no computer, no internet. Just me, my camera and a few canisters of film. And just watch the world go by.
Ironic. This reminiscence for human contact of the pre-information era, on the worldwide web. The 2 degrees of separation: me to computer to everyone else.
I remember the last time I had an hour long conversation with someone. It happened just today in fact. It has been happening quite a lot lately. Almost without fail, an hour or so each day on the subway and in the subway station: we'd talk for half an hour on the subway, and then linger for another hour or so at the final stop, sharing our days' stories.
And then the days' pace would eventually catch up with us and the dimming lights would remind us to part.We'd say our goodbyes and go our separate ways.
Lately, that one hour of each working day would represent the best hour of that day - the only hour when I feel totally at ease, unpressured and timeless, as we watch the other commuters brush past us, their pace pulpable and sickening. For that one hour of each day, we can literally slow down and watch the world rush by.
Wouldn't it be great if there were more moments like these?
Perhaps it is time for me to take a break from this daily rush I call life and reflect on what really is important to me. A retreat of sorts. No phone, no computer, no internet. Just me, my camera and a few canisters of film. And just watch the world go by.
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| Kentmere 400 in HC110 (1+31) 5min30sec |
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
On the street: University & King W
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This is one of those shots that makes me want to stop all street shooting straight away and retire happy, knowing that I ended it on a high.
The juxtaposition: both walkers in the same pose, both with one foot up.
The candidness: all unposed!
The composition: rule of thirds on both walkers.
The diagonal lines: right across the frame, separating the darkness and brightness.
The exposure control: perfectly exposed for the walkers, even in a very contrasty scene of bright whites and dark blacks.
The bonus: the top suit and walking stick!
The irony: it was taken when I least expected a shot.
The pity: shot on colour film and cross processed in rodinal. I have a feeling that there would have been more details if I used pure black and white film.
The moral of the story: keep camera ready at all times. Aperture and shutter speeds all predialled, lens pre-focused (this is certainly a shot that I could not have taken with an SLR without drawing a stick-load of attention to myself that would have sent the walker running for covers).
EasyPix 200 Colour film, shot on Olympus 35RC, cross-processed in Rodinal 1+100, 60 min, stand development.
PS: I am running out of fodder for this blog. The thesis is back with comments from my beloved supervisor and I am busy putting in about 40 hours each weekend trying to finish it off. This means not much opportunity to go out and shoot. It looks like another summer has bitten the dust. Will dig around to see if I have more original photos lying around for a post.
This is one of those shots that makes me want to stop all street shooting straight away and retire happy, knowing that I ended it on a high.
The juxtaposition: both walkers in the same pose, both with one foot up.
The candidness: all unposed!
The composition: rule of thirds on both walkers.
The diagonal lines: right across the frame, separating the darkness and brightness.
The exposure control: perfectly exposed for the walkers, even in a very contrasty scene of bright whites and dark blacks.
The bonus: the top suit and walking stick!
The irony: it was taken when I least expected a shot.
The pity: shot on colour film and cross processed in rodinal. I have a feeling that there would have been more details if I used pure black and white film.
The moral of the story: keep camera ready at all times. Aperture and shutter speeds all predialled, lens pre-focused (this is certainly a shot that I could not have taken with an SLR without drawing a stick-load of attention to myself that would have sent the walker running for covers).
PS: I am running out of fodder for this blog. The thesis is back with comments from my beloved supervisor and I am busy putting in about 40 hours each weekend trying to finish it off. This means not much opportunity to go out and shoot. It looks like another summer has bitten the dust. Will dig around to see if I have more original photos lying around for a post.
Monday, August 2, 2010
On the street: University & King W. St. Andrews Station
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Reflections from the Office: Black and White People and Their Cross Roads
One more day down
Everybody has those days
Where one soft sweet song's
Just enough to clear my head
Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then it's bound to be a powerful thing
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
One boy head strong
Thinks that living here's just plain
He's pushed down so hard
You can hear him start to sink
And it's one last round of petty conversation
You hold on boy 'cuz
You won't go down like this?
Just roll over
Lay down till it's more than you can take
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
So one more day down
And everybody's changin'
One soft sweet sound
Is just enough to clear my head
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
Yeah if you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
Everybody has those days
Where one soft sweet song's
Just enough to clear my head
Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then it's bound to be a powerful thing
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
One boy head strong
Thinks that living here's just plain
He's pushed down so hard
You can hear him start to sink
And it's one last round of petty conversation
You hold on boy 'cuz
You won't go down like this?
Just roll over
Lay down till it's more than you can take
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
So one more day down
And everybody's changin'
One soft sweet sound
Is just enough to clear my head
If it's just that you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
Yeah if you're weak
Can we talk about it
It's gettin' so damn creepy
Just nursing this ghost of chance
The fiction, the romance
And the technicolor dreams
Of black and white people
-- Black and White People, Matchbox Twenty (...video here...)
Very appropriate song for the messed up days in the office and personal moral dilemmas. Kind of makes me wonder if all those people on the street below go through the same emotional indecisions as regularly as I do.
Should things be left to fate and "ghost of a chance"? Do these black and white people have "technicolor dreams"? Do the "headstrong boys" think that "living here's just plain"? Do they get "He's pushed down so hard that you can hear him start to sink"? Is anybody here sane?
The reflections on the window: are these thoughts purely a reflection of my own being, or do they also reflect the image of those outside?
Am I alone in this black and white world of technicolor dreams?
Isn't it kind of appropriate that I shot this on colour film and developed it as black and white? What does that say about my technicolour dreams?
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