Taryn Simon - An American Index of the Hidden and Unfamiliar. Published in 2007 by @steidlverlag
We have colour plates and behind the scenes pamphlet explaining in detail what went into this brilliant book. In store now. https://bit.ly/2BnhobZ
Hey, @toot_a_loot here. I joined The Film Initiative when they first formed and there were roughly around 30 members. Can’t believe there are more than a 100 of us now.
Film photography before the group was primarily a solo thing for me. It was hard to reach out to other film photographers because I am introverted. Since then, this medium and the camera allowed me into places where I never would’ve went, met people I never would’ve meet. For that reason, I’m really grateful that The Film Initiative exists.
This is @davelai427 and @nostalgiaonmymind who are photographers from the states. They came to Singapore and some of us showed them around! They’re currently on an Asian tour and I’m always so jealous whenever I look at their instastories. See you guys around!
Good afternoon guys! @toot_a_loot here! Day 2 of the takeover!
One thing I really enjoy about traveling is meeting people and sharing a similar passion. Whenever I travel, I try to meet up with other film shooters around the world by reaching out on social media.
How I met @nj.patch was by pure coincidence however. He happened to be staying in the same hostel as me and was looking to share a boat to explore the Ganges River. There was one other film photographer on the same boat as us and we had a lot of fun sharing in this passion in a foreign land.
Ever since The MARC opened in Sandton there has been a clear shift in the way people move around the precinct. There are more people are taking a quick stroll to one of the many restaurants for lunch. And this means more opportunities for street photography... • •
// Leica M3 // Ilford Hp5 400 at 1600 //
@toot_a_loot continuing with the takeover!
Morning rituals by the Ganges River in India. This was the light at 5:30am. The atmosphere was chaotic at first. But standing there, soaking in everything that was happening around me, the chants from the morning rituals and beating of cloth against rocks formed a rhythm.
A rhythm of life by the holiest river in India. Of peoples embracing their religion and of their gods penetrating their everyday lives.