poncetificate

just a normal day out shooting the beautiful and gorgeously postmodern lines of a chic rubbish bin. the way that the light hit so paradoxically: powerful yet achingly delicate. something only rare vintage equipment could truly capture. so, loaded up the old 1940s 8mm movie camera with some black and white filmstock whilst shooting some Polaroid simultaneously whilst taking a overwrought high-contrasted Canon 35mm with flash whilst taking a tripoded self-portrait, of course, to document all of this painful beauty. My soul is crying.

i'm going to put on some music now and dance around in my boxer briefs and drink a Pabst tallboy. i'd tell you what i was going to listen to but it is so obscurely avant-garde that you've probably never even heard of it. nay, i guarantee that you haven't.

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this is, of course, a response to the Blipblog assignment