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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.