New traditionalism

[hirez]

Booze guzzled, Who watched, etc.

For a laugh, we went to the seventies and I slept on the floor.



Further experiments with not using a Lomo.


I must admit that I don't get on with Flickr, which is why I never post any pictures on the thing. FriendFace is... Well, it transpires that there's a specific sort of photo that ends up on FF (the drunken and gurning into a flash one) and I try not to have anything to do with that sort of thing.

Traditionally, I have run my own show because I have traditionally run my own show. This should probably change, but unless $photo-host-site can be made to look like the way I display the stuff out of the 35mm gear, I'm not really interested. Perhaps I am being an irritating and arty bastard, but y'know, my cameras my rules.

Oh, and it was minus fucking twelve this morning. I saw my first diesel vehicle with a plastic feed sack tied over the radiator and everything. It really is like the seventies out there. Soon there will be tedious apocalyptic SF about the coming ice age (it was big then) and Atkinson Borderers delivering steel to places in Gloucester.

Mind, the clatter of the ABS going 'O RLY?' is probably a good thing.

Comments

[eljaydaly.livejournal.com]

I had a relative die recently. He was a swinging bachelor in the 70s, and my brother is selling off some of his things. A guy came to buy three chrome-and-glass occasional tables and said, "I love this retro-looking stuff!"

And my brother was all, "I hate to tell you this, but that's not retro-looking. It's actually from the 70s."

And the guy looked at him blankly, then shrugged and said, "Whatever."

Did the 70s really happen? I'm not sure anymore. Although my 16-year-old nephew got a lava lamp for Christmas yesterday.

But that's a fine picture you've got there!

[bmlg.livejournal.com]

You used the word 'gurning'. Yay!
I just ran across a packet of 'Sparklets', made by the British Oxygen Company, complete with charming late 60s pic of bouffant-haired mum and excited clean-cut children on the box lid.
I'm overjoyed to learn of the British Oxygen Company.

[maluse.livejournal.com]

The British Oxygen Company are still very much alive and well (http://www.boconline.co.uk/ (http://www.boconline.co.uk/)), although much like BP they now only go by their initials. "Boc!" sounds like a mild French expletive.

[quercus.livejournal.com]

Boc! is a less than mild British expletive, when you open their bill...

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

Hm - those pictures do look an awful lot like Madison in 1970. Instamatic running 127, I believe.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

It's Retrocam, running what it thinks is closest to a 'Russian toy camera'. The two states appear to be 'brown flares' and 'needs more light', so I think it was tweaked by people who'd never used a Lomo. Frame's the wrong shape for 35mm, too.

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

I need to dig out my when-I-was-seven album to compare it properly. Something about the combination of the colour handling and that sunlight takes me right back.

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

Aha! Instamatic 44, with a nearly-used roll of Veri-Chrome Pan 126 still in it. Shutter still clicks, windon still works.

Can't find a source for new cartridges, but apparently the old one can be reloaded with 35mm film in a darkroom.

[quercus.livejournal.com]

Your childhood was in Kodachrome - mine was in Agfa CT18 (slide projector). Quite different colours, but both so very evocative of those two decades.

[bmlg.livejournal.com]

I bought sunglasses for driving across the continent last year (well, 5-6 days each way, not quite the whole continent). They have polarised lenses, and it was the oddest sensation, as if I were driving into my childhood photographs for days, all those saturated colours. Much of my childhood was Polaroid. Some was 3-D film.

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

My father took lots of slides, on a little 35mm Agfa, whereas I only took a few Kodachromes.

But I could look at my photos whenever I wanted, whereas the slide-shows were rate, so the prints have become canonical in my memory.