FILM PHOTOGRAPHY / ANALOG
Lilli and Jake passed me a box of bizarre cameras, mostly working, as I stepped off a plane from Canada. “Do your thing, we’ll just be stoked if a couple of photos turn out”. I loaded up a bunch of film – fresh and expired – and spent as much energy as I could not worrying about any of the stuff that I figured I usually needed to capture, or rules I needed to follow.
This is guest and brilliant photographer, Lucy Spartalis, laying on a dash of lippy in front of another brilliant photographer, Madeline Druce, at the wedding of another (brilliant) photographer, Lilli Waters. Us photographers are, clearly, like some wild strain of bacteria – we tend to self-replicate and congregate: I’m fairly sure that if a wayward asteroid hit their venue that night, that Australia would be out of camera slingers for a little while.
About a half-hour of partying later (and thanks to a little dash of luck – no asteroid), I headed off to the airport to jump on a 2am flight to Rome.