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Improv Studio. Framed 1 and 2, Broadway and Prince. The very beginning of a project I’ll be seeing through for the next year. I’m looking for help, subjects, neighborhoods, and collaborators. If you would like to take part in any way, please reach out! Love y’all  marshallmcdonaldphoto[@t]gmail.com Shot on a Nikon f100 with Tri-X, although I’ll be shooting 6x7 moving forward. 

Improv Studio. Framed 1 and 2, Broadway and Prince.

The very beginning of a project I’ll be seeing through for the next year. I’m looking for help, subjects, neighborhoods, and collaborators.

If you would like to take part in any way, please reach out! Love y’all 

marshallmcdonaldphoto[@t]gmail.com

Shot on a Nikon f100 with Tri-X, although I’ll be shooting 6x7 moving forward. 





Brooklyn

Brooklyn





Louis, Central Park, fall. Mamiya RZ67 FULLY LOADED with Fuji 100c Polaroid film. 

Louis, Central Park, fall.

Mamiya RZ67 FULLY LOADED with Fuji 100c Polaroid film. 





You bet your ass he did! Central Park. Fall 2010. Shot on Mamiya, RZ67 with a Plus-X load.

You bet your ass he did! Central Park. Fall 2010.

Shot on Mamiya, RZ67 with a Plus-X load.





Skyline, Summer, Soho,… Nikon F100 with a Tri-X load. An ode to the winter.

Skyline, Summer, Soho,…

Nikon F100 with a Tri-X load. An ode to the winter.





Dirty scan. Brooklyn lovers. It was Kim and Lucie’s last night in Brooklyn. Tomorrow they were to return to Paris. I wanted a photoshoot before they left. Something very formal. So I sat them down in their S. 4th abode. When I showed up they were doing final touch ups on the apartment before moving out: mopping, wiping the stove down, packing their suitcases, returning the plastic jesus statue lamp to its original spot in the living room; the place came pre-furnished. It was tuesday evening. I headed over straight from work with little time to plan. They were looking great as they tend to do, but something was missing. The mirror was in place. I liked that placement, but early on I shot to avoid my reflection. As we went, something wasn’t clicking. By the time we got to what you see here, things picked up. It’s a reflection of Kim’s personality. Those who know Kim know someone’s clothes always come off around him. The shots only got worse. This here taken early in the night; PG13. R Negatives to come. Test shot. Fuji FP100C, shitty Polaroid scan. Mamiya RZ67.

Dirty scan. Brooklyn lovers.

It was Kim and Lucie’s last night in Brooklyn. Tomorrow they were to return to Paris. I wanted a photoshoot before they left. Something very formal. So I sat them down in their S. 4th abode. When I showed up they were doing final touch ups on the apartment before moving out: mopping, wiping the stove down, packing their suitcases, returning the plastic jesus statue lamp to its original spot in the living room; the place came pre-furnished.

It was tuesday evening. I headed over straight from work with little time to plan. They were looking great as they tend to do, but something was missing.

The mirror was in place. I liked that placement, but early on I shot to avoid my reflection. As we went, something wasn’t clicking. By the time we got to what you see here, things picked up.

It’s a reflection of Kim’s personality. Those who know Kim know someone’s clothes always come off around him. The shots only got worse.

This here taken early in the night; PG13. R Negatives to come.

Test shot. Fuji FP100C, shitty Polaroid scan. Mamiya RZ67.





Jae, Utica, New York. You’re beautiful.  Realized it this weekend; I want to start shooting color film. I’ve had an exclusive run with Plus-x, Tri-x, and Ilford 3200 for the last 8 months… polaroids don’t count.  This season is too fucking saturated to pick up on monochrome. The earths tilt is toward the sun, it’s in our favor, and all sorts of colorful wardrobe decisions are being made. And in a place like New York you’ll notice the clothing come out before the flowers do. I saw a skirt fly up in the rain yesterday. Under it was a pair of lavender panties; color in the most unexpected places. Mamiya RZ67. Kodak 100NC. 

Jae, Utica, New York.

You’re beautiful. 

Realized it this weekend; I want to start shooting color film. I’ve had an exclusive run with Plus-x, Tri-x, and Ilford 3200 for the last 8 months… polaroids don’t count. 

This season is too fucking saturated to pick up on monochrome. The earths tilt is toward the sun, it’s in our favor, and all sorts of colorful wardrobe decisions are being made. And in a place like New York you’ll notice the clothing come out before the flowers do.

I saw a skirt fly up in the rain yesterday. Under it was a pair of lavender panties; color in the most unexpected places.

Mamiya RZ67. Kodak 100NC. 





The last time I will ever see you jump here, for now. Chris Carbone, Utica, New York. You are on the road right now, my friend. Route 66 takes you to fruitful California where you’ll trade your cargo-pants for car insurance and that beautiful beard for a masters in film… AFI. Greatness. Like ol’ Tom Joad, almost fresh out of jail. We had an argument on Friday, something I guess I do when I know I’m about to lose somebody as important as you. Over the weekend I thought that was it. I was stumped at the thought of those being the parting words. What were they anyway? What a stupid fucking argument. But you took one more voyage through the hot concrete. Brooklyn! And that argument we once had made last nights goodbye sweet harmony. I was late for work this morning. UNION POOL PBR VEGAN DINNER DUCK DUCK WHISKEY SPECIAL L TRAIN ACTUALLY RUNNING ON THE WAY HOME. THANK GOD. We met 4+ years ago. Knowing you has changed my definition on the lifespan and quality of a friendship in this goddamn city. Drive safe out there. Love, Marshall Mamiya 6x7, Kodak 100NC.

The last time I will ever see you jump here, for now. Chris Carbone, Utica, New York.

You are on the road right now, my friend. Route 66 takes you to fruitful California where you’ll trade your cargo-pants for car insurance and that beautiful beard for a masters in film… AFI. Greatness. Like ol’ Tom Joad, almost fresh out of jail.

We had an argument on Friday, something I guess I do when I know I’m about to lose somebody as important as you. Over the weekend I thought that was it. I was stumped at the thought of those being the parting words. What were they anyway? What a stupid fucking argument.

But you took one more voyage through the hot concrete. Brooklyn! And that argument we once had made last nights goodbye sweet harmony. I was late for work this morning. UNION POOL PBR VEGAN DINNER DUCK DUCK WHISKEY SPECIAL L TRAIN ACTUALLY RUNNING ON THE WAY HOME. THANK GOD.

We met 4+ years ago. Knowing you has changed my definition on the lifespan and quality of a friendship in this goddamn city.

Drive safe out there.

Love, Marshall

Mamiya 6x7, Kodak 100NC.





Dorianne, Rooftop of abandoned warehouse on Hope St. Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY. The overbearing clouds gave no hope to the sun. The separation was cold, bereft of contrast. On the bright side, for a shoot in July, the tar roof was once comfortable on her bare feet.

Dorianne, Rooftop of abandoned warehouse on Hope St. Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY.

The overbearing clouds gave no hope to the sun. The separation was cold, bereft of contrast. On the bright side, for a shoot in July, the tar roof was once comfortable on her bare feet.