latest roll of film

 

There’s something uniquely beautiful about picking an old hobby back up where you left off to find that no matter how your life has changed, it still feels the same.

“‘Finding yourself’ is not really how it works. You aren’t a ten-dollar bill in last winter’s coat pocket. You are also not lost. Your true self is right there, buried under cultural conditioning, other people’s opinions, and inaccurate conclusions you drew as a kid that became your beliefs about who you are. ‘Finding yourself’ is actually returning to yourself. An unlearning, an excavation, a remembering who you were before the world got its hands on you.” 

 – Emily McDowell

all is never lost

I’ve begun the process of re-scanning and re-uploading my old film photos to a new Flickr account. Starting with some of my favourites from a trip to New York in 2013...

 

“I laughed but before I could agree with the hairdressers that she was crazy, she said, 

‘What’s the world for if you can’t make it up the way you want it?’

‘The way I want it?’

‘Yeah. The way you want it. Don’t you want it to be something more than what it is?’

‘What’s the point? I can’t change it.’

‘That’s the point. If you don’t, it will change you and it’ll be your fault cause you let it. I let it. And messed up my life.’

‘Mess it up how?’

‘Forgot it.’

‘Forgot?’

‘Forgot it was mine. My life.’” 

―Toni Morrison, Jazz

latest roll of film

New York on film, part two

New York on film, part one (my favourites)

If I had to choose 10 favourites from all 60 of the photos I spent my night scanning, I think these would be them. It’s a really difficult choice, though, which is a nice thing to be able to say.

New York, day 15

Today was perfect. Went to the Frick Collection—so, so beautiful. The Lautrec paintings, 18th century period rooms, ‘ginger jars’... the whole museum is stunning, not just the art but the building itself. The door handles! The windows! The ceilings! It reminded me a lot of Downton Abbey. As I looked around what was especially striking was the idea that someone lived there. A beautiful location overlooking Central Park, with one of the most ornate interiors I’ve ever witnessed (though apparently Frick had his house designed to be restrained, simple and unostentatious!). It also made me really eager to read Edith Wharton. The audio guide is excellent (and free!); T. S. Eliot did a poetry reading in one of the rooms!

After the Frick collection Mom and I went to Ladurée to buy two macarons each, which we ate in Central Park. I had ‘incroyable strawberry candy’ and vanilla. I’ve never had the vanilla before because I thought it was too boring—it’s not at all! One of the best I’ve had. We went to the Plaza for a tartine and ended the night with Sprinkles Cupcakes and Sofia Blanc des Blancs. Delicious, and just the kind of girly luxuries that are so characteristic of New York.