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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





Roebling Tea Room Brunch, Brooklyn, January 2011. Byron was sweating the waitress he’s had his eye on for months. You were sitting over my right shoulder at another table. I remember green somewhere in the frame catching my eye. Now I’m not sure what that was.  I didn’t notice how striking you were until weeks later. I knew it would be good. I didn’t know you’d be so good though. Another reason I love film. Hope to see you again, lady.

Roebling Tea Room Brunch, Brooklyn, January 2011.

Byron was sweating the waitress he’s had his eye on for months. You were sitting over my right shoulder at another table. I remember green somewhere in the frame catching my eye. Now I’m not sure what that was. 

I didn’t notice how striking you were until weeks later. I knew it would be good. I didn’t know you’d be so good though. Another reason I love film. Hope to see you again, lady.





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.





Justin Carter, DJ, Ft. Greene Park, Brooklyn. Got together with the Mister Saturday Night guys for a portrait session. Justin was so-so about his pedo-glasses for press shots. I for one think they’re just beautiful. Shot on Mamiya RZ67 loaded with Kodak 400NC.

Justin Carter, DJ, Ft. Greene Park, Brooklyn.

Got together with the Mister Saturday Night guys for a portrait session. Justin was so-so about his pedo-glasses for press shots. I for one think they’re just beautiful.

Shot on Mamiya RZ67 loaded with Kodak 400NC.





Father and two sons in their home. Renovation: Marseille, France. Shot on Kodak E100G Transparency film. August, 2010.

Father and two sons in their home. Renovation: Marseille, France.

Shot on Kodak E100G Transparency film. August, 2010.





Lara Boustier, Warehouse hallway.

Lara Boustier, Warehouse hallway.





Last days of development 

From the only lab in the US of A that still develops Kodachrome:

Dwayne’s says it will develop remaining Kodachrome rolls if they are received by Dec. 30, 2010. After that, forget it. Kodachrome developing is a complex proprietary process involving special chemicals and added dyes. It’s not something that can be easily duplicated in a home darkroom, and photographers who have tried to improvise their own version say that it produces a degraded (or worse, blank) image.

Get some. Be the last to develop this beautiful, impossible to process, overpriced film. 

Full article here.





Xavier at the Summit, Central Station, Detroit We swept it; we covered 16 stories of abandonment. Michigan Central Station was designed by Warren and Wetmore in 1913, the same architects behind New York’s Grand Central. Both monstrous stations went up the same year, so you can’t help but think W&W stretched themselves pretty thin. I guess it’s apparent where the focus was: 42nd and Park…shouldn’t it be? Detroit was doomed from the start. The station’s placement alone is baffling. The concourse at ground level was big, and maze-like. It took about 30 minutes to find a means for getting elevated, but we knew the roof was accessible. Deathtraps disguised themselves as functional stairwells. Offices looked like pillbox bunkers. Elevator shafts were uncomfortably black…elevators weren’t doing shit for you. It was a funhouse. Once walls, now sweeping vistas. Once hallways, now catwalks. Once ceilings, now floors… etc… everything misplaced. We got to the top - took us about 3 hours - and we sat; we fucking enjoyed it. So you have this picture. The air was cleaner up there. We took breath. We smoked. Click. Curiosity wears you out in a place like this. Going up floor by floor, scouring each for a revelation, refusing to believe no two layouts are the same (even though most were). But the top was the exception. Floor boards were planked and the widest in the building. Walls didn’t exist inside the perimeter. It was so open. Brick mountains were scattered about. Brick. Piping and wiring hung down and stuck up. Large windows and peak elevation brought on sun damage; all of the above contorted. See it before it goes. wiki!!!

Xavier at the Summit, Central Station, Detroit

We swept it; we covered 16 stories of abandonment.

Michigan Central Station was designed by Warren and Wetmore in 1913, the same architects behind New York’s Grand Central. Both monstrous stations went up the same year, so you can’t help but think W&W stretched themselves pretty thin. I guess it’s apparent where the focus was: 42nd and Park…shouldn’t it be? Detroit was doomed from the start. The station’s placement alone is baffling.

The concourse at ground level was big, and maze-like. It took about 30 minutes to find a means for getting elevated, but we knew the roof was accessible. Deathtraps disguised themselves as functional stairwells. Offices looked like pillbox bunkers. Elevator shafts were uncomfortably black…elevators weren’t doing shit for you. It was a funhouse. Once walls, now sweeping vistas. Once hallways, now catwalks. Once ceilings, now floors… etc… everything misplaced.

We got to the top - took us about 3 hours - and we sat; we fucking enjoyed it. So you have this picture. The air was cleaner up there. We took breath. We smoked. Click.

Curiosity wears you out in a place like this. Going up floor by floor, scouring each for a revelation, refusing to believe no two layouts are the same (even though most were). But the top was the exception. Floor boards were planked and the widest in the building. Walls didn’t exist inside the perimeter. It was so open. Brick mountains were scattered about. Brick. Piping and wiring hung down and stuck up. Large windows and peak elevation brought on sun damage; all of the above contorted.

See it before it goes.

wiki!!!