Some time in my hands, and a scanner working post-format C:/, have reminded me of the time when I had fun at a certain studio with some pals of mine, wiskeyed to the floor, trying out one of my first B/W rolls of film, a certain Kodak BW at ISO 400 if I recall correctly. The results were shaken, not stirred with two olives, and happen to be one of my most appreciated (by me) rolls. Ergo, pictures;
I liked back then to play with my flash, not burying it in a hole in the ground (there lives a hobbit), and I discovered that unlike color photography, it can be beneficial and artistic, instead of a simple detail hunting documentative tool. And I prove that with a set of two individually nice and gloomy pictures of a simple theme, one describing perfectly good the subject, in a mellow way, allowing the background to mix up and back the subject, while the other brings out every detail in a harsh way, that in conjunction with the lightning gives us a single non-flat texture that contrasts nicely with the black lettering, now easily confused for letters shaped from a dark thick liquid that was put upon the surface. In the total absence of background the subject is pulled forward towards the viewer, and looses part of its identity, being able to be mistaken for a gong of larger dimentions, or a cut tree trunk used for hammering, were not for the letters saying its origin.
Pre-flash
Post-flash
Other interesting things that happened that night was the visit from aliens,
and the trip to their spaceship,
Really.
P.S. Scanned with 8-bit b/w scale, no point to 24-bit them. no effects/layers ect.
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