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…and thinking of flying. Two of my favorite things.

So while I’m out you can gaze at some slides taken from a plane.

Because looking at pictures of my desk and papers would be pretty boring.

[I took these on a flight out of the old Larnaca airport. The building might have sucked, but taking off and landing always had a good view. As does the new airport.]

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I got a Polaroid Land SX-70 off eBay. Loaded up a pack of Impossible film and started testing it.

Looks like its light meter is a little off as all my shots came overexposed.

I tested using my usual models and following some advice from my resident photographer and the super nice people of Vintage Instant and somewhere between the first and eighth shot I found myself so fascinated by the camera that  I even went and read about its history. And watched old commercials of it.

But I guess my favorite moment was when after driving for two and a half hours I stood with sand beneath my toes and snapped the last of my first Impossible PX70 film shots. And this was the result.

Just like Laurence Olivier said: “And then, the Impossible happens.” I smiled all the way home.

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There’s something really cool about instant images you can touch instead of just see on a screen.

Especially when they’re a little imperfect , beautiful little things.

An instant art exhibition!

Out in the sun, to dry. (This is old-school peel-apart Polaroid film.)

He has been doing this for a while now, everywhere, not just volcanic beaches and museums of ancient things.)¬† Using expired film and cameras that I can only imagine were once called ‘portable’ because portable used to mean ‘can be lifted, even if heavy and inconvenient.’

So I got jealous. And got an old Polaroid SX-70 and some Impossible film. (Which, you have to develop in the dark still, and it’s not exactly the same, but like I told him, I am investing in the future…of the past. The Polaroid is dead, long live the Polaroid!)

xoxo

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#1 question people ask when I tell them I went to school in Hawai’i:

Did you surf?

Answer: Yes.

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I took these either with a disposable, or a 35mm point-and-shoot Kodak (the kind you bought at a drug store in 1995.)

In the second picture Guy #1 is in process of asking Surfer Guy for the car keys. Because sometimes, believe it or not, you get tired of sitting at the beach.

(In the first one he had to wait for him to catch the wave over.)

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We went to eat at this little restaurant by the beach. The rain started falling as soon as we sat down and continued all the way through lunch. But when we walked out to leave, the rain stopped and the sun peeked through the clouds. Making everything impossibly bright and contrasty.

We drove up the coast stopping to look at the waves along the way.

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There is a magical place in London where you can see bands play for the price of an album, a t-shirt and showing up on time (or begging the bouncer to let you in. Good luck with that.) The gigs there are so small you may even get to talk to the band after.

That is where I saw the band Real Estate for the second time.

When I first saw them in Jericho Tavern in Oxford almost two years ago it was their first time in the UK and they were very young, bright-eyed and polite, and they sounded great.

They sounded even better the second time. (They were still very young and very nice.)

Of course I’m a big fan of surf, rock music and the beach, so I might be biased.

I sometimes put their song Beach Comber on repeat and listen to it as I write.

Tiny Mix Tapes has their tour dates. And you can follow them on twitter for updates.

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