Flawed (overexposed in particular), grand and close to my heart. These photographs vary in film type, developer and motive. I love them all.
I said flawed, right? The good kind.
Black & white didn’t used to be a close friend of mine. I know, I know – it’s the epitome of class, romance and all that. There was just something too…implied about the look. Like ‘oh a black & white photo, it must be full of depth and serious meaning’.
Color, to me, set no such limits. Color was true and straightforward. Color was life. And it still is! But when I was introduced to the darkroom, to the beautiful behind-the-scenes of a picture, I encountered a newfound respect for black & white. We got to know each other. Now, when I shoot in that timeless scheme, I am totally okay with any tag-along implications. After all, author’s intent is not law. Art, whether grayscale or vibrant, is in the hands of its perceivers.