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The Girls.

I’m spending the night in Miami after almost a week in St. Lucia. After having an awesome few days with Heather, Tomas and their friends and family, I had a chance to stay in Soufriere the night before national elections. It was a little crazy to say the least, but I had a blast and the rain let up enough to shoot some film so it was a win win. Either way I’m ready to be going home tomorrow. I love traveling by myself, but sometimes it’s a little draining. Next time I’m going to have to find a partner in crime.

Since I’m going back to two weddings and a messy house I figured I should blog a little something to tide everyone (i.e. the four and a half people that read my blog) over.

More polaroids with the Holga. This time in black and white.

Holga+Polaroid Back.

The rest of the Guadalajara polaroids. I’m still in St. Lucia riding out the rain at the Downtown Hotel in the heart of Soufriere. Hopefully it will let up a bit so I can walk around and get some shots. Fingers crossed.

Día de la Revolución

I just spent the morning shooting the annual Revolution Day parade and am now running off to a wedding. Unfortunately I will miss the pig chase and greased pole, but at least I got to shoot some film. Here is one from last year.

Dia de Revolucion

Way Expired Film.

I just got a bunch of expired film developed that I found while moving. The rolls are easily from four or five years ago. They were scanned like crap by a local lab in Vallarta, but I kind of like how the scratches, dust and bad color give the images this sort of surreal quality. These are straight scans. Cross processed, but no editing.

Dia de Los Muertos from a holga point of view.

Last year I spent November 1 and 2 in Patzcuaro, Michoacan. The night of the 1st Regina and I crouched in the corner of the cemetery in Janitzio velando the dead with the women of the surrounding pueblos. As dawn broke I took out my Holga and started to document what was happening around me. On the 2nd we visited the other towns and their cemeteries. Even though I had my Nikon and shot plenty with it, the images that I truly love are what came out of the Holga. Something about the rawness of the images through a plastic view finder that a digital camera doesn’t seem to be able to capture.

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