The third and final roll of black and white film from New York. I was positive that I had shot a fourth, but as I was rolling it in the darkroom, I noticed that it was unusual... as in backwards. As in I had not shot it at all. At least I don't see how I possibly could've, but it doesn't make sense for it to be sitting around unwrapped but not loaded. Ah well.
Ilford Delta 3200 - same development as the last roll
There was a videographer on one of the lower roofs of this building.
There he is. Blame the grain on the high speed film. Enlargement from preceding frame.
This was a curious overpass (ex railroad track, I believe) from which one can literally look down on vehicular traffic, as opposed to figuratively looking down on it, as environmentalists and pedestrians are wont to do. Featuring several members of Amuse Bouche.
The videographer was set up for ENG (electronic news gathering) with this anchor. They had to call each other to communicate; the cameraman could hear the anchor through the wireless lav mic, but not the other way round.
This photo was taken for my brother, who has (had?) an interest in costume design and management.
This was a curious overpass (ex railroad track, I believe) from which one can literally look down on vehicular traffic, as opposed to figuratively looking down on it, as environmentalists and pedestrians are wont to do. Featuring several members of Amuse Bouche.
The videographer was set up for ENG (electronic news gathering) with this anchor. They had to call each other to communicate; the cameraman could hear the anchor through the wireless lav mic, but not the other way round.
This window was really grate (sic).
Members of my improv group make these faces all the time.
This photo was taken partially for one of the groups members, partially because it records a New York neighborhood in which we spent a lot of time, and partially because it was almost certainly the inspiration for this song.
Two members of Amuse Bouche are absent from this photo. I am one of them. Taken in a movie theater lobby; we went to see "A Single Man," which was met with mixed reviews. My opinion was that the colorist was hamfisted but the visuals in general were nice. Photo has been cropped to improve framing; I should've gotten closer, but then I would've lost more detail to shallow depth of field. This way I lose detail to film grain by effectively using a smaller format.
This photo was taken for my brother, who has (had?) an interest in costume design and management.
The punchline of the Best Joke of All Time. I tapped people on the shoulder and said, "Hey, watch out: there's a big pile of Pooh over there."
Again outside UCB.
Photo from a Reuben Williams performance (linking to a MySpace profile, I guess for consistency) at UCB. Featuring the coach we hired for a workshop that Friday.
Our conversation with him outside the theatre. But the photo is actually about the fantastic eye-line diagonal between him and one of our alumni, plus those neat out-of-focus highlights. Magical.
This will probably end up being a poster. Just saying. Outside the same alumna's apartment (the one into which nobody else could fit).
And then I got back to Charlottesville and finished the roll at rehearsals for the upcoming play I'm in: Kafka's Dick. Kafka's parents.
The director.
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