No locus

One of the few photos that wasn’t affected. Still kinda weird.

Several layers into the spool, exposures begin to normalize.

Candy-corn ambiance.

Like sleeping in on sunday morning.

Something had transformed this film long before it was wound into my camera.

Late night backyard Jello wrestling on long expired/heat/x-ray damaged film signals a stark departure from the monochromatic.

Meanwhile, the hip new band Scrapbooker kicks it upstairs.

OH GOD, THEY’VE GOT DAVID!

Back downtown, a one eyed zombie feasts on the brains of a long dead jack sparrow.

A flying lotus interlude (scanned as a positive).

Cool air and the city.