Memories from a Day at Summerland. Divine
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Foloroid: The Party Pt.1
***
Despite the crowded nature of the party, the room stayed cool and brisk because of the whispers of the cold biting wind that lurked outside. she looked beautiful. he didn’t care.***
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Foloroids: Introduction
Fragments
The snapshot exists in our consciousness as a separate entity from the rest of the canon of photography.
The moments they capture feel genuine because of this separateness. Snapshots cannot be viewed or judged in the same way as a photograph, because it is simply isn't one. The sincerity present in each snapshot exists not because they are candid or masterfully staged, but because they evoke a nostalgic personal reaction, often beckoning within the viewer a fragmented image from their own memory.
If a photograph tells a story, a snapshot seems to tell only a fragment of that story, often bringing to mind more questions than answers. Celebrating this tradition is Foloroids. The premise is simple, combine a polaroid with a fragment of fiction or even just a title, see what happens. The fragments of fiction, are not from complete stories so they, like the polaroids, only offer up more questions.
Random Shit with Instruments
A two man jam session and a camera. Not much else to explain.
Its important to note that the post-production editing may appear overdone
and in some cases gimmicky. But that was the point. I am not trying to create
a masterpiece. I'm experimenting mon'.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

























































