[S]hooting black and white film is part of my photography roots and on occasion, for the right kind of story, or when we are traveling to places that I see as nostalgic film stories, I will choose to photograph it this way.
We move very quickly here at the studio both physically and mentally; sometimes mistakes happen. I had run 1/2 a roll of film in Florence through the camera and then took it out, perhaps to switch with color film or a different ISO. I marked the canister but in the shuffle of travel the ink was partially rubbed off and not noticeable. It went back in the film fridge at the studio and then, most recently, packed with our Paris supplies. When I got the film back from the lab I realized what had happened!
But as I went through the scans, I began to fall in love with it – the tale of two cities overlapped, a look at our lives in the crazy frenzy of a frame, how these images mirror the overlapping memories in our mind and gives a true portrait of how our life moves around the world like ocean waves crashing one on top of the other…
