This has been pretty crazy, getting my student film developed by theFINDlab 10 years after I shot it in Tuscany, Italy where I studied art and Italian in the spring semester of 2003. As we were in the air, flying overseas to our new European home, the roof of the old convent that we would be living in caved in, so we lived in a hotel for a month or two after we first got there in January. We lived with a minabird named Mossimo, and a server who brought us dinner every night named Guillermo (I think? that doesn’t sound quite right, but I’ll look back at my journals from the time and see if I wrote it down), and fresh cappuccinos from the hotel bar every morning. Our shower had a big window with no screen (read:giant hole) that looked out at the sun coming up over local vineyards every morning (not that I showered every morning, just that you could see that view out the window) and our TV only had the Italian version of MTV so we became well acquainted with the current Italian pop. The hotel was at the bottom of the hill, but our classes were still up at the very top of the hill (thank GOODness for that *CoughItalianHomemadePastaEverday + GelatoCough*) and during this time we were without a darkroom- so we just shot shot shot our film, but with no way to develop or print it, until we moved into the school finally. Needless to say, some of my film fell by the wayside. FOR AN EMBARRASSINGLY LONG TIME. When you’re shooting and developing everything yourself, you have a good idea of what you’re going to do with the film “oh, I overexposed this roll today because I want to split bath develop it with D76, but at 75 degrees instead of 72 for 20 minutes instead of 10, which will give me the exact look I’m going for here.” When you send your film to a lab ten years down the road, however, after keeping it in a flimsy paper bag, in an alternating scalding and freezing garden shed for 6 years, you don’t have a lot of say in how the photos turn out- you just race to the computer in anticipation of what you will find when you open up those few rolls you sent off to be scanned. So here are a few. They’re not amazing, but they’re something. Italy you have my heart. Still.
It’s good to see I still had the same sense of humor ten years ago.