I just started scanning into this section of my dozen boxes of negatives and slides one year ago... then a thousand other projects took priority.
My 35mm film is aging. Keeping it a cool temperature helps, but it is turning purple. All 35mm film changes. It's based upon chemical reactions.
That's why I ALWAYS refrigerated or froze my film IMMEDIATELY after a shoot. Even if I had to wait until I came home -- I'd pop the film in the freezer. That was to stop the chemical reaction of light and silver nitrate. I'm not going to explain it. I understand it, but I never had to deal with it much.
Of the 300 rolls of Black & White film I've shot, only about a dozen rolls were processed by me. Well, you probably don't know, but in the old days, a "real" black and white photographer took control of every step of the process of developing and printing.
Some color photographers tried to do the same thing, but the toxic chemicals in color film developing are so toxic and obnoxious and expensive and require temperature regulation, automation, a large space, adequate ventilation... whereas, black and white photo developing could be set up in any bathroom in about 5 minutes, if you have all the stuff required.
Plus, I was an expert photographer -- not an expert chemical film processor. My thousands and thousands of "thanks" go to my buddies at Alan's Custom Lab, conveniently across the street from the Hollywood Post Office I also visited weekly.
So, "Thank you Helene," my main Printer at Alan's lab. And thanks to all the cool people who worked there, like, Kendell. "Thanks."
Black and white photography has gone the way of the cassette. Perhaps I am fortunate to have lived at the end of the photography generation. I experienced color photography, black & white photography, infrared photography, cinematography...I was a lighting director for MTV and music videos, I was a Director of Photography for a black & white samurai short movie, i was special effects production assistant for Cinesong and Apogee...
I had some wonderful and incredible jobs and experiences in photography.
The end of my photography? Utah.
I was stranded in Utah. That first year, I kept taking photos at my normal pace. I'd shoot between 3 and 13 rolls a week. The cost of shipping the film back and forth to Los Angeles from Salt Lake City, Utah, wasn't too expensive, but more than I could afford SINCE I COULDN'T GET A JOB and my girlfriend dumped me -- after claiming she would book me in some cool places in Salt Lake and Park City... ******* I just wanted to cuss. ********
Okay. Anyway. Now I'm starting to get pissed off thinking about that year in Utah. It was a horrible, miserable year, and it was the end of my photography career. I really loved my Nikon. Thanks.