Last year Auntie Alia didn’t want to be photographed making jam. As an explanation for her refusal, she offered, “You already shot it the year before. The process is the same.”
And now I begin my own process. Yet another one of my film labs has stopped running C41 (I miss you West Side, good bye C-Lab, why did you abandon me, Hong? I gave you thousands of dollars.) and I must brave Print Space or Manhattan Color Lab, both of which have messed up my film in the past. The rolls of film look small and sad and damp in anticipation. It’s hard to believe that these 80 rolls are the result of all the work that went into two months of shooting.
But of course there is also the 4×5!