Archive | February, 2009

The Lost Film Rolls Vol. 5

This ends the first batch of Lost Film Rolls, another road trip. Fitting right? I’m sure there will be more, but for now, thanks for experiencing these with me.

Road Trip (2001)

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 5

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 5

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 5

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 5

So LA was a bust, and we had moved up to San Francisco in 1999. I started a fledgling web design company called Spinalchord, which lasted 9 months before failing (dot com crash). I took a staff job at a mediocre web studio called Thunk Design before realizing I couldn’t really take the web design thing anymore.

My wife found a job listing through the AIGA (one of the few perks she enjoyed at another design company). It appeared I would be designing interfaces for refrigerators or something.

And so it was written: I took the job in Chicago at a motion graphics company called Digital Kitchen (they were just starting up their Chicago office, and I was asked to come on board and help get things going).

These photos cropped up on our journey from San Francisco to Chicago. I have a bunch more, but four landscapes is more than enough to demonstrate my film roll findings.

The Lost Film Rolls Vol. 4

The forth installment depicts the ones I love the most. My wife Erin, our late pup Atticus, and Chris and Tim, my wife’s parents.

Reedsburg (2005)

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 4

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 4

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 4

In the winter of 2005, we took a trip up to Reedsburg, WI, where my wife’s family had a cabin for many years. Not too far from their cabin is an isolated tree farm, where you can cut down your own Christmas tree. So we did.

It was Atticus’ last outing with us, and a special one at that. So needless to say it was a great surprise to find a roll of hidden gems.

Rehearsals for Broken Anatomies

Cris Brodahl

Cris Brodahl

Cris Brodahl

Cris Brodahl

The art of Cris Brodahl 01 02.

Bad Word Pairs #028

“Man Boobs”

This pair speaks for itself. Fortunately, I do not suffer from this condition. Not yet, anyway. Apparently, in some situations the man boobs are, in fact, a disease known as gynecomastia—a glandular growth of the fatty tissues in a man’s breast. So don’t judge thy neighbor too quickly, okay? He may just be suffering from a disease.

Nonetheless, man boobs, or moobs as the cool kids like to call them, or bologna tits as Jerky Boys once coined them, earn a special place on the bad word pair list.

Also, why the hell do men even have breasts to begin with? I don’t know if I should be mad at God or Darwin, or maybe both.

The Lost Film Rolls Vol. 3

Now I’m going back to the beginning of my relationship with my wife. This is the year we met…

Road Trip (1998)

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 3

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 3

We packed up our stuff and drove from Minneapolis to Los Angeles. My wife had taken a job as an assistant at House of Usher (commercial director Kinka Usher’s production company). I decided to spend a semester at Otis Parsons.

The trip was just that, a trip. We had a Toyota U-Haul, a run down Chevy Celebrity, and our puppy Atticus. We also had a windshield wiper malfunction in Denver, and got snowed in 45 minutes down the road in the Rocky Mountains (Idaho Springs, CO).

I liked this image pair. Something about looking back, and seeing blackbirds and emptiness. We never did make it back to Minneapolis, not exactly. I wonder if we ever will?

Weather or Not

Saul Leiter

Saul Leiter

Saul Leiter

Saul Leiter

Saul Leiter

The art of Saul Leiter 01 02.

The Lost Film Rolls Vol. 2

The Lost Film Rolls continue with a pair of images I find both haunting and nostalgic. The subjects of these photos are Atticus, Scout, and Christine (my wife’s mother).

Barrington (2005)

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 2

Lost Film Rolls Vol. 2

Both a sad and happy year for me, as it was the year my wife and I lost our first dog Atticus. He had lymphoma, and had begun shutting down into an even deeper state of lethargy (for those who knew Atticus, you will know how mellow that actually means).

However, in the second image, you’ll see my mother-in-law holding our second (and current) dog Scout. For all the OCD tendencies Scout has (he licks everything, and fixates like none other) he is a fun addition to our household.

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