Showing posts with label hipstahood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hipstahood. Show all posts

hipstahood: helga viking + blackeys B+W

Just a few shots of some of the shops around my neighborhood - lingerie, mens's suits, sewing supplies, and a keymaker:

Getting up my nerve to try some portraits with this combo. I'd especially love to do pics of my friends and print them up for a small wall gallery. I just think they would read beautifully, upsized.

hipstahood: jimmy + ina's 1982

I really love this combination of lens and film. I love what it does with the sky and reflected glass, how it ages some architecture but highlights others, and how it gives the late afternoon light an orange cast. These are some of the sights I see daily around my neighborhood, usually while walking Chaucer.

Angel's Flight and the view from Pershing Square:

The intersection at 4th and Spring, and the Eastern Columbia building:

The exterior and interior of the Pan American lofts, on Broadway and 3rd:

I took these at LACMA, the day I found out I'm a Hashimotorist and decided to walk an hour and a half to the subway:

Broadway, Metro 417, and Two Boots Pizza:

A church I walked past on Wilshire and the front of the Pan American building:

hipstahood: john s. + pistil

From Autumn Lights, at Pershing Square this past Saturday:

hipstahood: buckhorst h1 + alfred infrared

Photo apps like Instagram and Hipstamatic get a bad rap, especially from professional photographers. I understand the arguments, but I can't help myself: I love them. I have a box in my kitchen cabinet that's full of 3.5" square snapshots from the 60's and 70's, gloriously discolored in the way that Hipstamatic pics are. They're my parents' old vacation and family photos, and in their day, I'm sure they would have been considered terrible: carelessly composed, repetitive, random.

They're one of my most treasured possessions.

When I first downloaded the Hipstamatic app, I was addicted. Then I more or less abandoned it in favor of Instagram. But I'm a fickle girl, and I'm back to fooling around with Hipsta again. Something about taking a huge stream of photos in one style before switching films/lenses is deeply satisfying to me. On Instagram lately, I've been absolutely loving the feeds of minimalist photographers like @aldennnnnn and @korin_say, whose collections are cohesive and so clean. Sticking with one filter on IG, or one lens/film combination on Hipsta, comes as close to that feeling as I can get, because I simply don't have the eye that those much more talented photographers do.

I also enjoy Hipstamatic because it gives me a new point of view with which to view a neighborhood that, while I love it, still has a long way to go. Parts of downtown are amazing, and parts awful - sometimes all in the same block. It's fun to really look around with, literally, a new lens. To guess at how particular materials will translate, color-wise, and how certain casts of light will affect those translations. I imagine that's part of the appeal of toy and vintage film cameras.

And I like the analog aspect of Hipsta, as opposed to IG. It forces me to slow down, and to "manually" choose my film and lens beforehand, rather than just instantly snap away with the basic camera function (and worry about choosing an IG filter later). Not to mention - dog walking and Hipstamatic experimentation go hand in hand. Chaucer gets long, ambling strolls around the neighborhood with plenty of sniffing stops while I futz around with my phone. Win win!

Someday I'll move away from this town, and I don't want to regret not having appreciated it while I was here. To that end, I'm tentatively starting a new feature on the ol' blahg: Hipstahood, where I'll showcase what downtown LA my life looks like as seen through one particular Hipstamatic lens and film combo. Just for fun, and just to familiarize myself further with an app that I'm really enjoying again.

First up: the Buckhorst H1 lens and Alfred Infrared film (no flash):

I love how blue pops against all the reds and oranges. There's something really viscerally appealing to me about the fading and the (faux) film blotches, as well as the vanilla frame (which is exactly like the one on my parents' prints). And I like what it does with my skin tone and hair, too. For reference, I was wearing a super bright fuschia lipgloss, and a black shirt:

Hot stuff, no? No, ok, you're right - but the street scenes are pretty, yes yes?