{"id":880,"date":"2008-09-11T21:00:17","date_gmt":"2008-09-12T04:00:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/?p=880"},"modified":"2008-09-27T21:13:51","modified_gmt":"2008-09-28T04:13:51","slug":"a210-exposed-film","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/?p=880","title":{"rendered":"#a210 :: Exposed film"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"ENLARGE\"<\/a>Digital imaging technology has robbed us of the act of uncovering mystery.<\/p>\n

I shoot everything digital now – but I still have a handful of exposed film cassettes lying around that I never bothered processing.<\/p>\n

I remember with more than a little nostalgia the wonder of darkroom work. I learned it in school<\/a>, pilule<\/a> and honed it at newspapers<\/a> – that chemical\/alchemical skill of turning film into negatives, more about<\/a> negatives into prints.<\/p>\n

An AP<\/a> photographer taught me how to pop open film cassettes with bare hands – pry the felt-lined lips of the tin cylinder apart far enough to peel them away from the torus-shaped end-caps – and how then to bend the film down its centerline just deeply enough to reel it onto stainless-steel spools in the pitch dark.<\/p>\n

RISD teachers showed me the misery and joy of processing C-41 and E6 film, this<\/a> of making cyanotypes and C prints. The acid ponk of stop bath, the toxic aroma of color fixer the color of curdled blood, the fathomless frustration of CYMK filtration – it’s all fading into memory. As I indulge in the zipless fuck of shooting digital images, plugging them into Photoshop and then tweaking them to my heart’s content, I forget the willing slavery into which darkroom work dragged me.<\/p>\n

I don’t know what’s on this roll. And because I know it’s several years old and probably ruined by age, I don’t want to care.<\/p>\n

But the mystery persists – what did I shoot?<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Digital imaging technology has robbed us of the act of uncovering mystery. I shoot everything digital now – but I still have a handful of exposed film cassettes lying around that I never bothered processing. I remember with more than a little nostalgia the wonder of darkroom work. I learned it in school, pilule and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,7,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-880","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-art","category-artifact","category-jetsam"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/880","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=880"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/880\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=880"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=880"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/heavylittleobjects.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=880"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}