Queer friendship is such a priceless thing, and I am so grateful for these two (plus recent pup addition, Frankie) for being in my life. All three of them are precious creatures, and we had the best time photographing their little queer fam at the beach.
We lucked out with a beauty day at the Spanish Banks dog beach. We romped around by the sea, taking breaks for snacks and to coo at the other dogs. Delightful.
I especially love these photos because I shot most of them with a Hasselblad 500c camera that once belonged to Bex’s grandfather, and which they have very generously put in my hot little hands for a long-term loan. The company started making these cameras in 1957 (this one was likely made in the early sixties) and did you know astronaut’s took a modified version to the moon in 1962?? It’s a beautiful beast, and you need only gaze upon the colours and textures of the photos to know how good the lenses are. I mean.
They day they somehow just casually dropped into conversation that they had a full Hasselblad kit hanging out under their bed I nearly lost it. Seeing my poorly contained excitement, they offered to let me use it.
The whole situation captures everything I love about shooting film. Everything is impermanent, but you can hold onto tiny pieces by capturing them with a family heirloom built to span generations. You can imprint light onto a negative that will last decades longer than your computer hard drive. And you can print those pictures again and again, passing on evidence of what you did and how you felt to people who may never meet you. With film, you can make history.
So without further ado or sentimentality (I’m starting to feel like I say that in every post. Either I need to digress less or find new transitional quips) here are the photos.
