CHRISTOPHER LANGE
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Another from the MPD series.
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Jason works at Pastis. I don’t really know him that well, but we always give a nod and a “hey man, what’s up” to each other each time we cross paths. I was meandering around the district one night in August, as I usually do on weekend nights, and found him taking a break outside the kitchen entrance.
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So I’ve been shooting some color negatives recently…
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*Shwip*
Her umbrella blossomed into a canopy, shielding us from the downpour.
The sky was the color of rotten pea-soup, with clouds swirling around as if the apocalypse were on deck, watching the rapture hit a home-run during its at bat.
Rain battered the skin of the transparent plastic, each drop sounding like a gunshot, deflected by the shield of some warrior from ancient times.
I glanced down the street, watching for the headlights of any oncoming cars through the fog and rain; the coast was clear, so we crossed, 6th and 11th, watching the little old lady who lived next door barely clear the top step of the stoop.
A clunk emits from the lock as my door opens, and we hurry inside, shaking off the shards of rain as if they were drops of glass, although that might be better in reverse.
We collapse onto the sofa, listening to the staccato beat provided by the torrent against my windows.
Our shoes are drenched.
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Hudson River Park by CHRISTOPHER LANGE
I shot this on Kodachrome last winter, right before the last lab handling the film switched off their processing lines.
Today, Kodak announced that their Ektachrome films will no longer be made.
My heart aches for Ektachrome 64. Thankfully I have a small stash of it in my fridge at home… -
Café Cluny - West 4th St. (by Christopher Lange)
I’ve always loved the little cluster of restaurants and bars that’s strewn around West 4th street. The tungsten balanced film also gave a nice cast to the image, versus the typically orange-centric colors of standard daylight balanced color neg.
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Untitled (by Christopher Lange)
And now for something completely different.
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