Olympus Trip 35
Expired 35mm
Agfacolor 200
by Emmaalouise, more can be seen at;
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Today I processed some expired 35mm film from a small project I wanted to do, focussing on an interesting cemetary I often pass on my journey backwards and forwards backwards and forwards backwards and forwards from London, to my hideaway home. I like the colour saturation of the film stock, and I chose to experiment with the double-framing of the images I captured, telling more of a story, rather than just SNAPPING away trigger happy in a graveyard.
The day i finally came round to getting OFF my train mid-journey was the day I shot these images. The midday sunlight shined beautifully through the trees, on approaching the stop I was excited and anxious to wander the grounds that had covered my thoughts on every journey before. The smoke from a fire filled the fields of graves, my eyes notice every opportunity my 24+3 shot film would allow.
Nearly an hour I walk and shoot, amongst the angels and sadness I see I walk alone.
I nearly get thrown out of the graveyard,
photographers have gained a bad name for themselves. I feel like Thomas, as Antonioni would depict.
I save my exposed film from the man threatening to take it away and lie my way out of the uncomfortable situation.
I've decided, like every new years ideal of keeping a diary as a child to try to update and write on here a lot more. Even though I could possibly be the only girl to notice it. The daily/weekly/yearly nostalgia interests me, and from talking to Princess Julia and admiring her updates, I will try.
So long so far.
e.l.
