ISO 3200 - Tumblr Posts
Citylights forever IV
This is from an Ilford Delta 3200 I thought I had lost. Loving the blurry contrasts!
conquer the night
"Man cannot hide in the night, his desire will betray him. Man turns toward the lights, light sparkles as though it were close at hand even if it is far away."
(taken from Pauliina Haasjoki - Night Flight)
Anti-scene! - 2
A quick, brute glimpse into my non-tumblr persona. Grind on you crazy diamond!
The lighting, i.e. atmosphere at concerts always fascinates me. Finally managed to step up my shooting from out of the mosh pit from digital to analogue with a 3200iso film and just spur of the moment snapshots on f1.8 and 1/60 sec.
Just to stay in line with/boost some of the aspects of this blog that are more ‘meta’. These shots and some aspects of the text are compiled, not taken/experienced in sequence per se (power of story - sth along those lines - non-linear bloggage, if you might).
Now that that is out of the way, I would like the photographs to take you into a story of not giving up on a night, a not particularly honed out pamphlet for a certain waywardness. It was the ‘night of theater’ in Bonn, where up until fairly late (~2 a.m.) all participating theaters and other venues show plays and performances. The best thing being that you buy one ticket when entering your first show, which then stays valid through the night. I might have decided to very reclusively ‘lose’ the group I was travelling with in the end, but mostly because of a compelling feeling that the night was all but over and I needed to just keep walking to find something - something undefined, but nevertheless. I ended up in a small park, where I mesmerizedly (is that a word even?) watched the Rhine - as I often will - until the sun came up. It was a good experience, I was blasting ambient drones and reflected on all I had watched/seen/witnessed (leaving this purposefully open here) that night. Full disclosure: I wasn’t sober and I didn’t work through anything or have any kinds of revelations (which tend to be overrated in my experience), but on such nights (which are but too few) I distinctly remember going home with a sense of ease which is hard for me to come by. The difference to the high I got by, say, scaling the Gotthard pass with my bike lying in precisely that there is no adrenaline in this state, that I would most closely ascribe to zen. If you do not mind some disappointments (and they will come) this practice might even lead to a certain intuition as to when to fancy such strolls.
“Det var en kväll, en sommer i limbo.” - Johannes Anyuru