Lost in L.A.
Stacey says he is lost but I have found him and so can you.
it is a push down stack
Stacey is so bright – so generation X
“There’s a time disjunction involved here. I was actually stuck in Lost Angeles for a while because I missed my flight out (by a whole fucking day!!!), but I did not go from Joshua Tree to LA so imagine it’s like a Tarentino film where time is nonlinear, folding back and forward on itself. I just got excited because I finally found a punk rock art student girl Lindsay who was willing to risk fucking up her her CVS film developing machine by running spliced/taped film through it in the name of art. I told a half dozen places what I wanted to do and that it has been known to gum up machines because of the taped splice, and they all said they didn’t want to do it. Teenage punker girl Lindsay listened to my reasons and said she would try it and would rescue as much of my negatives as she could if/when it jammed up. Making homemade redscale film involves pulling a roll out in total darkness, cutting it off, flipping it inside-out, and then splicing it back together with scotch tape so the emulsion layers are reversed. I told her to do her best. It jammed up. Punk rocker Lindsay did the cool thing and had to kill a few shots off the negative strip to save the rest, but she sat down with a scissors and unjammed the machine and totally pulled it off. Lindsay is the kind of person you can count on when things get tight, and she actually got really interested in the whole redscale concept. She gets it. She got tipped $10.00 afterwards under the table because you have to pay to work outside the system. The kids are alright.
The black and white shots are Ilford XP-2 chromagenic (black and white that develops like C-41 color print film) film and the red ones are homemade redscale film, everything here was shot through a Lomo LCA because waving a shiny digital camera around on skid row would have caused some friction, and waving my big Nikon motordrive film rig would have been like waving a handful of hundred dollar bills around in front of people who were having conversations with crack demons and drinking Lysol. “
There is genius on the Internet. As above – a friend of my daughter Ashleigh. To see as they see – see see see.
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read these words by Stacey. Close your eyes. See it?
“The Surfliner train runs out of Union Station, on the edge of downtown LA, and I had to make a shuttle bus between Union Station and LAX so I had some unexpected standbye time. The internet said that skid row was within walking distance and, seeing a chance to mix some alcoholic imbibing with photography and adventure, I walked the mile and got into some strange territory. The internets didn’t tell me that skid row was now becoming Little Tijuana Mexico with all it’s streetfood and vendors. Incredible smells saturated the air as sausages and onions sizzled on mobile grills and friendly Mexican faces walked around the incoherant winos sitting on the sidewalk. I know barely enough Espanol to order food, and these people didn’t speak English, but I stuffed myself with the greatest tacos and horchata and huge slices of melon as I stepped over the junkies nodding off in doorways. I was glad I was shooting with a Lomo, it doesn’t really register as a camera in most street people’s perceptions, and if it does it registers as an old clunky cheap toy. Which it is, kind of… *
