Now know why film photography is becoming a thing of the past. It is not only very expensive. It is also unpredictable. Got an email early this morning from the film processors. Job done. Paid them. Stuff should be here early next week. The unpredictable part of that equation has me feeling sick. I know some of the picture will have come out. Scared some of the important ones haven’t.
Just got an email from the film processors telling me they received my order. And that it will be processed as soon as possible. The waiting is nerve shredding.
I shot twenty rolls of film over the weekend. Sent them off to be processed yesterday. They were the first thing that came to mind when I woke up this morning. I know I framed some nice shot. Heard the shutter click. But I have no idea what kind of pictures I actually took. Starting to feel worried.
First entry. Where to start? A good place is probably the name, “Less Beauty More Brains”. It came to me January nineteen eighty nine. I was sat on a National Express coach, pulling out of the station in Newcastle city centre. Some enterprising feminist had daubed “Less Beauty More Brains” over one of the sixteen sheet hoardings that lined the slip road. I don’t remember what was being sold. I do remember the model, semi clad, staring at the camera. Images of a woman in a fur coat come to mind. But I might be mixing it up with one of those PETA adverts from the eighties. You can pick almost any advert featuring a woman. Apply the slogan. And it works. It is great bit of copy. The agitprop graffiti artist was no doubt offended by the blatant exploitation of women. But I was struck by its succinctness. How she was able to sum up so much with so little. I was still at art school at the time. And her corruption of modernist mantra “Less Is More” struck a chord. Since then I have used it repeatedly. Its repetition has given it greater significance. Now it seems more like a statement of intent. A way of approaching my artistic endeavours.