Flip that film.

A few rolls ago I experimented with some redscale doubles on the LCA, and heck, a few of them turned out kinda neat.

The wrestler.

This is what my housemate does after hours.

The stash house.

At first I was annoyed that this XXL dude walked in front of the shot, but now I've scanned it in, I kinda like it. Makes me think he's headed to his secret stash house. And who knows what's in there. Drugs? Bodies? Burgers maybe?

Rohan is brutal.

The nearby axe. The shirt with the inverted cross. I can put two and two together.

Pipsqueak cider and a tall tumbler of ice.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and The Moon was almost empty, except for a lone drifter here and there.

Pre-ball drinks.

Before heading out to an advertising industry function a few weeks ago, my good lady friend behaved quite out of character and demanded I take a photo. Good thing I did. This was taken on my recently-purchased-from-a-Melbourne-op-shop 1956 Yashica LM twin lens.

Oh, Fremantle.

One Saturday I caught the train to the end of line, and walked around for about three hours. It was the first time I used a roll of Lomo XPRO film, and was kinda surpised at how the shots turned out; they were pretty different to the Velvias and Provias I usually use.