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glauciomoro · 1 year
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Vista do Bairro do limão em 1997 - Analógica . Foto sem nada demais, mas simbólica pra mim. Não tem nada demais no geral mas quando bati, pensei: vai ser legal ver isso daqui há um tempão…esse horizonte sem nada é surreal se comparado hoje. Marca um tempo interessante de amigos que perambulavam comigo pelo prédio em que cresci. . Analógica . Foto 1: . 🎞 Kodak ColorPlus 📸 Olympus Trip 35 . Revelação: @lab.lab_br . . #nikonphotography #olympustrip35 #35mm #analog #analogphotography #filmisnotdead #filmphotography #film #analogueportrait #portraitphotography #filmisalive #shootfilm #theanalogclub #thedaily35mm #35mmfilm #35mm #expiredfilmclub #expiredfilm #cinematic #filmphotography #isshootfilm #analog #thefilmcommunity #analogphotography #35mmphotography #nodigitalfilter https://www.instagram.com/p/CqWLn9-uu8H/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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chuckbbird · 2 years
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bobbing. #35mm #filmphotography #lomography #heylomography #filmisnotdead #analoguephotography #shotonfilm #grainisgood #filmwave #thedaily35mm #fujichrome64t #slidefilm #stockholm #marina #dock #expiredfilmclub #expiredfilm #boats #olympusom10 #om10 (at Wasahamnen) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgbQpIFoW1-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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thebluebird512 · 1 year
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Expired Film CVS Photostar Double Exposure . . . #expiredfilm #expiredfilmgallery #expiredfilmclub #expiredfilmmagazine #expired_film #35mmfilm #35mmphotography #doubleimage #doubleimagephotography #picoftheday #peacefulmagazine #filmexpired #filmexperiments #outofservicemag #expiredfilm_gallery #streetgrammers10k #naturephotography https://www.instagram.com/p/Clr65nHjO8V/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Lomochrome Purple Film by expiredfilmclub
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bbangsoul · 3 months
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OMG YALL MY FAVORITE PHOTOGRAPHER PHOTOGRAPHED THE ARSMNC GAME
source: expiredfilmclub on instagram
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sauce-central · 2 years
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expiredfilmclub on tik tok
credit if used!
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ilostmygh0st · 5 months
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Photo credit: @expiredfilmclub on Instagram
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danielbernalph · 2 years
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Unas foticos para ella☺️❤️ @danishkaa_ • • • • #35mm #filmphotography #filmisnotdead #analoguevibes #filmcommunity #womenwhoshootfilm #filmfeed #somelightmag #analogphotography #ishootkodakfilm #filmclubglobal #gold200 #kodakgold200 #themelonmagazine #canonae1program #canonae1 #boxofgrain #filmwave #analogfeatures #thedaily35mm #kodak #expiredfilm #expiredfilmgallery #expiredfilmclub #ishootfilm #kodaklosers #selfieonfilm (en Plaza Claro) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkFLcIiOIOX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ehehr1955 · 3 years
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Plymouth, WI | Expired Kodak Portra 160 N.C. . . . #35mm #kodak #kodakfilm #portra #portra160 #expiredfilm #portranc #canon #canonae1 #photofilmy #shootfilm #filmphotography #back2thebase #nowherediary #analogphotography #expiredfilmclub (at Plymouth, Wisconsin) https://www.instagram.com/p/CUvPa-8ruUX/?utm_medium=tumblr
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photoziomek · 2 years
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"Scratches" 📷 Minolta XD5 | 24-35mm f/3.5 🎞️ Kodak T-Max P3200 . . . . . #kodaktmax3200 #p3200 #minoltaxd5 #rainydays #scratches #expiredfilmgallery #expiredfilm #expiredfilmclub #moodyvibes #mood #moodyportraits #bnwmood #imperfections #shootfilm #filmrollculture #filmisnotdead #filmisbetter #filmmood #grainisgood #infilmwetrust #analogphoto #dutchfilmshooters (at Chocieszow) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcBMnaDMB_1/?utm_medium=tumblr
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glauciomoro · 1 year
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Fê | Analógica (dupla exposição) . @fernandakogin - já que ninguém nunca filma o filmmaker fiz 2 fotos em 1 nessa dupla exposição analógica. É possível fazer dois rostos como esse se atentando com os claros e escuros sempre. . 🎞 Samsung Prime Color 200 📸 Nikon F3 . #nikonphotography #nikonfm #35mm #analog #analogphotography #filmisnotdead #filmphotography #film #analogueportrait #portraitphotography #filmisalive #shootfilm #theanalogclub #thedaily35mm #35mmfilm #35mm #expiredfilmclub #expiredfilm #cinematic #filmphotography #isshootfilm #analog #thefilmcommunity #analogphotography #35mmphotography #nodigitalfilter #samsungprime #samsungprimecolorfilm200 #doubleexposure #dpubleexposurephotography https://www.instagram.com/p/CoDC1WoO1DR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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chuckbbird · 2 years
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bug in the grass. #35mm #filmphotography #lomography #heylomography #filmisnotdead #analoguephotography #shotonfilm #grainisgood #filmwave #thedaily35mm #expiredfilmclub #expiredfilm #olympusom10 #om10 #slidefilm #e6 #vwcamper #volkswagencamper #velvia50 #fujichromevelvia50 #vintagecar #campervan (at RHS Chelsea Flower Show) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfigni6I-ij/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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thebluebird512 · 1 year
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. . . #expiredfilmclub #expiredfilm #expiredfilmgallery #expiredfilmmagazine #35mmfilm #perutzprimera100 #outoftimemagazine #peacefulmagazine #urbanphotography #cloudappreciationsociety #clouds #streetphotography #streetphotographer #streetphotographyinternational #streetgrammer #streetgrammers #streetgrammers10k #nycphotography #nycphotographer #street_photo_club #streetview #streetvision #street_vision5k #experimentalfilm #dreamphotography (at NYC) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClhpGHSD1j7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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nurwhy · 2 years
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Agfacolor Pro 200 1994 + Nikon Fm2n . . . @tattoosantai @piercingindonesia @dwiperkasa83 @ojisanfilmlab . . . #ojisanfilmlab #agfacolorpro200 #nikonfm2n #35mm #expiredfilmclub #expiredfilm #tattoosantai #piercingindonesia #indo35mm #keepfilmalive #analogue #thefilmcommunity #thefilmfolk #analoguevibes #bali #thefilmcollectives #kamerariajakarta (at Bali) https://www.instagram.com/p/Can_5fjv5GV/?utm_medium=tumblr
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Using Expired Film by expiredfilmclub
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legolaslovely · 2 years
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For GatheringFiki’s WINTER FRE 2022 Event. 
Going for physical or digital goodies :)
Darkhawk, Rated Teen, No warnings
A/N: I did a bit of research for this one, so hopefully all makes sense. But if I’m wrong, feel free to teach me about early cameras :)
Here are some links to photos below and a great tiktok about old film and old cameras called ExpiredFilmClub. The picture on the bottom right is from this tiktok video. The Cornwall photos are from old postcards, links here: One and Two.
This is technically an AU because the time period is a bit different... don’t think too much about it :)
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24. Photographer (preferably DarkHawk)
Cornwall, 1901
Ross squinted into the sun as he slowed his horse to a trot. After four gloomy days of rain, he was glad to trade the dark walls of his family’s home for the warm salt air of the cliffs. This pathway left the newly returned and generous sun at his back and though it’s rays stung his eyes as it sparkled on the calm waves down below, it felt pleasant along his sleeves and shoulders. He closed his eyes for a moment and reveled in the warmth.
It was then his horse moved under him with a thunderous jolt. Hooves rattled against the sandy ground and Ross held tight to his hat.
      “Easy, there,” he rumbled, moving his reins and directing the horse into a small, distracting circle. “Easy.”
When the horse landed back where it began, however, Ross was the one who was spooked. He jumped in his saddle when a light head of blond hair rose from the tall grass. A man, who to Ross’ knowledge must have been lying down in the grass, stood and sent a shy wave.
      “My apologies! Didn’t mean to startle you.”
Ross released a breath. “Are you all right?”
      “Oh, yes,” the man called. He waved toward the edge of the cliff. “I’m- I’m taking photographs.”
Ross’ horse was growing impatient beneath him, taking small, uneven steps that aggravated Ross’ knee. He leaned forward, rolling a steady hand down his horse’s neck as he studied the man standing in the grass. It was clear that he wasn’t from this part of the country- after all, Ross would have known him if he was. Still, by the type of clothing he wore, grass stained and damp as they presently were, this man was most likely of similar status and history as Ross. But what brought him to the rural cliffs of Cornwall? Specifically, of Nampara?
      “Photographs?” Ross asked.
The man smiled. “Yes.” He lifted a small black box that barely fit in his small palm. “Would you like to see?”
Since Ross returned from the war, he’d kept to himself. He’d been left with a more than dilapidated home with empty fields and a small village of tenants to support. He’d been left alone, without Elizabeth. The person he’d spoken to most in the past months was his banker and even then he was only cordial and mostly swift. 
This man, however, didn’t know Ross or his history or what he’d lost in the past year. This man, standing on the edge of the cliffs with his little cardboard box was the most exciting thing Ross had ever seen pop out of the grass. 
He dismounted his horse, leaving it free to graze, and trudged through the sand to the blond man. 
He stuck out his hand. “Ross Poldark,” he said.
      “Jim Hawkins.” Jim had a hardy handshake and calloused fingers. He also had eyes of bright blue, like the ocean below when it glittered in the sun. Jim himself was just as blinding.
      “Where are these photographs?” Ross said, letting go of the man’s hand.
Jim lifted his box. “Those I’ve already taken are in the film. It’s inside the camera. But I can show you what I haven’t captured yet,” he said with a smile. He had two dimples on either side of his mouth when he smiled.
He turned from Ross and lifted his camera to his face, directing the front of it away from the sun and along the face of the cliffs. Then he stepped away, holding the camera in that exact spot. “See this?” he asked. “Look through that square.”
Ross didn’t move. “I see what you’re looking at. The cliffs. And the sea.”
      “Just take a peek,” Jim said.
Ross eyed him. Up close, he looked younger than Ross. But he looked trustworthy. Not like some of the men in the streets who would have pushed Ross off the cliff by now just to steal his horse.
      “What brings you to Cornwall? You’re not from here, are you?”
With his camera still held out, he said, “Trade. Copper, tin, and the like. I’m a merchant captain of a fleet of ships.”
      “From London?”
      “America.”
Exciting indeed, Ross thought.
Jim nodded his head toward the camera one last time.
Ross stepped to it, squinting his eyes and peering into a gray square from a few inches away. “I don’t see anything.”
      “You have to get closer.” 
Jim set a hand on Ross’ back that set every one of his nerves aflame. He easily moved closer to the box, closing one eye and searching with the other until the picture before him became clear. The waves below looked so delicate and the cliffs so sharp, as if they were painted with knives. 
      “It’s so small.”
      “It’s the mirror inside. It shrinks the image to a printable photograph.”
Ross stepped back from the camera and felt Jim’s hand leave his back. Almost forlornly, he said, “Quite incredible for a little box.”
      “There’s more to see,” Jim said, circling Ross and falling to his knees. “Come down here.”
Without even a glance back to his horse, Ross followed. He removed his hat and laid in the grass on his belly next to Jim, watching the man’s handsome face scrunch as he looked through the camera. There were wrinkles at the sides of his eyes and stubble over his cheeks. Ross found himself taking in every kink and curl of Jim’s golden hair- how it wound around his ears and kicked out at the back of his neck. It looked soft, as if the sea air agreed with him.
Jim was soon leaning towards him. “Just there. Take a look.”
Ross replaced Jim’s eye with his own and grinned at what he saw through the camera. From this angle, he could just see the sparkling line of the horizon. It was breached by the yellowed blades of grass that pierced through the image from bottom to top. Jim had picked out the perfect marriage of sea and shore.
      “Beautiful, huh?” Jim asked.
Ross hummed in agreement. 
Before Jim could show him anything else, Ross took hold of the camera and turned on his side, aiming the lens at Jim. Through the viewfinder, he watched blue eyes glisten and full lips smirk.
      “What are you doing?”
      “Don’t speak.”
Ross flicked the lever and captured the image. He spent another moment looking at Jim through that gray little square, just once removed from a gaze so strong it could have burned him like a July sun. If Jim knew what he was doing, he didn’t let on.
Finally, Ross returned the camera to its owner. “Now you have a photograph of yourself to remember Cornwall by.”
A strong breeze blew up from the waves, rippling the fabric of Ross’ light shirt and sending a thick, black curl of his hair onto his cheek. Jim’s fingers were there to tuck it behind his ear.
      “May I take one of you? To remember you by?”
Heat rushed up Ross’ neck, heat he hadn’t felt in a long time. He straightened and blinked, but for once since he’d returned to Cornwall, he didn’t think too much about what he was doing.
      “You may.”
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Here is a photo of my mom’s brownie from the 1960’s. This is a later version of the 1900 brownie featured in this story.
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