What’s this, Frenchie Friday has been hacked!? In honor of our impending trip back home, I have dedicated this Friday’s post to her fatness, the eternally voluptuous Foxy Cleopatra. And in true Foxy form, almost all of the photos are of her lounging
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I believe I have successfully stretched the boundaries of “fashionably late,” considering Fashion’s Night Out occurred over 3 months ago. Regardless, I pulled this out from the archives, so here we go. FNO’s timing this year could not have been better; not because we were finally in NYC to experience it, not because my girlfriend had recently secured a job at a major fashion magazine, but because I had just secured a new camera from eBay! Shamelessly capitalizing on the listing mistake of seller tahoerealtor5, I managed to secure the legendary Yashica T4 super for the meager sum of $50 ( the going rate for a T4 is for upwards of $250.) For those of you that just googled “Yashica T4” and were wondering what could possibly make that plastic 90’s point-and-shoot worth anything near $50, say hello to Mr. Terry Richardson. In reality it’s actually the Carl Ziess lens that give the camera its mojo, but for all intents and purposes the T4 can attribute its fanfare to Terry, so what better way to break it in than to emulate that full-frontal-flash style (minus the penises and vaginises…I’m just not there yet OK)
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Gone are the days of shameless self-admiration, replaced with a slightly less self-centered self-portrait. I’m still in the reflection, so there’s that.
Last week, we properly welcomed the holidays into 7S with this petite pedestal pine. Lauren took full creative responsibility for the decorations, while I volunteered my brawn to lug the bugger home from the deli around the corner (and of course to document the night’s festivities!) Though a different experience from my childhood’s Christmas tree lot, it was fun to see tree stands begin to bloom across New York’s busy sidewalks, and it’s awesome to come home to that glorious Christmas smell.
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Moving from California to New York, I have come to realize that sunlight is something I have taken for granted. But every so often, in the waning moments of the late afternoon, friendly rays slip into the apartment to creep across the floors of 7S. Oli seems to enjoy basking in the temporary glow, and I enjoy documenting his happiness.
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Good things come to those who wait. My present to those diehard (read Ansley) Frenchie Friday followers, a truly beauteous belated bulldog blurb.
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I’ve talked about my love for the Konica Hexar before, and I am consistently amazed by the output of this unassuming camera. Despite its 90’s era design, unintelligible operating features, and limiting 1/250th top shutter speed, the Hexar has gained a cult-like following among street photographers as a silent but deadly shooter. Armed with a reportedly “identical” knockoff of the beautiful Leica 35 Summicron lens, the Hexar truly earns its chops when shot in “silent mode,” an inaudible method of operation made possible by mashing odd buttons in sync while turning the thing on. Why on earth the designers hid this awesome function beneath a Mortal Kombat like string of commands, only god knows, but once properly engaged the Hexar is scary silent. Like I’m not even sure that I hit the shutter silent. While this operation is EPIC on the street, it becomes much less EPIC when the shutter starts to stick. Imagine my surprise after a days worth of shooting, adoring and admiring the utter stealth of my “silent mode” Hexar, only to find that the silence had occurred because my faulty shutter failed to fire. Apparently, the lofty Hexar is plagued by a notoriously week electrical connection between the shutter button and the body, a defect responsible for erratic focusing and…you guessed it, miss fires! At first it was an inconvenience, but the more I had the Hexar by my side, the more I noticed the problem worsening. My growing frustration led me to begin leaving the Hexar at home, afraid that if I brought it along I would end up missing something important. But one day I stumbled across an online forum that described a relatively easy fix, but still a fix that involved disassembling the body and exposing its guts to the elements. What choice did I have? Do nothing and be stuck with a faulty camera, do something and potentially ruin a cult icon. Did I have the technology, or steady hands to perform a procedure like that? Read on to find more.
[gwu] Graham Whitaker Unterberger 