wall, photo store, cst, mumbai, may 2012 |
Getting netiva film processed is an issue, everywhere. In a small city above all, in Mumbai as well. I phoned up 19 shops, half hanged up because of communication difficulties, half of it fur not even know what I am talking about. At the end I found one. At cst. Processing by hand. Scan afterwards.
Negative film is amazing. Looking at a Beatrice makes you aware how many colour you miss out on a digital picture. All those tones which are so subtle that you can just grab this strange sense of texture, grabbing in it. Feeling it.
A digital picture us made out of pixel. One pixel next to each other. Even they are 20 million they are still fits. Analogue is a surface continues. A chemical light process an infinite number of pixels.
Then I got the film and scans worked on it. Perfect, almost.
desk, photo store, cst, mumbai, may 2012 |
What you cannot. Your machine must be wrong? He says on the phone.
No look..
No no. you look.
We argue. He argues. He screams I scream. I know what to do. He knows better.
You cannot talk to me like that! He shouts a second later hear the slamming of the phone.
shop, photo store, cst, mumbai, may 2012 |
developing, photo store, cst, mumbai, may 2012 |
I am alone. I cannot believe. He turned the phone down. Never had something like that. Never. Not sure what to do. I dial again, the man answers. He screams talks and talks. No interest in conversation. I try. Result: finished with phone call.
I cry. Sorry but a bit helpless. Need to get the pictures, unlocked. He has it and I need it now, before the Internet will go.
Also I never had this situation. Up till now shouting helps in india. Quite well. You shout and people suddenly start to listen. But hear a bit different. Feel now double guilty.
I cry , I call. I know crying is a bit cheeky my last resort. It helps.
processing, photo store, cst, mumbai, may 2012 |
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