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…but I swear I never met that woman, nor did I perform her butt surgery.
Covering my ass… and apparently she should’ve covered hers,
…not only because he decorates his envelopes so adorably (and puts hilarious inside-joke names in the return address)…
…and not because, like me, he communicates only in teenage girl speak…
…but because he sends me original sketches…
…for things that make me both nostalgic and homesick all at once.
But those other things are pretty alright, too,
I recently came across some old photos I shot over the last twenty years or so.
Rather than let them sit on a CD for the rest of my life I figured I’d save them to my desktop, dust them off, and share them with you guys one image at a time.
Hope you enjoy them.
More Miserable Disney Kids
Just like Happy Disney Family, I shot these images of miserable kids in Disney World’s Magic Kingdom in May 2001.
As I mentioned in the earlier post, during this trip I purposely sought out children and families who looked like they were having a miserable time in a place that is known for the exact opposite.
Like Happy Disney Family, the top image—of a limp, dead-like child being held in his father’s arms as they wait in line at Space Mountain—was shot with my Mamiya RB67. The bottom image—of a girl sitting on the ground crying as adults stand around ignoring her—was shot with my Lubitel-2, an old, Russian medium-format camera that shoots square images.
Both images were shot on 120 transparency film and processed in C-41 (negative color film chemistry), which is a process also known as cross processing. This process is what gives the image its high contrast and vibrant colors.
By the end of the trip, I probably had eight to ten quality images similar to the ones above; not necessarily enough for a true series (at least in my opinion). I meant to shoot more images like these the next time I made my way back to Disney World but, to date, I have not.
Disneyland is calling… might have to revisit this idea soon,
…my mom sent KB and me a ransom letter!
Or, more accurately, a clue of the gift that awaits us back in Milwaukee when we come in for the holidays in December.
I didn’t know she was still making music, let alone monster movies.
How did my mom guess my wrestling name?!?
Well, someone’s going to Hell. HINT: It’s probably me.
I don’t know what this means, but something tells me it A) is definitely illegal, and B) somehow involves Chris Hanson from To Catch A Predator.
Officially excited for December,