Every time I go to Williamsburg I usually spend a good amount of time at Junk, the thrift shop with a gang of old negatives and photographs in an epic bottomless pit that is a wooden bin. I only take the negatives, since I like to mess with the tones myself and there is something cool about scanning these because you cant really tell what the hell is going on in some of them. These ones involve a girl who either a) is a negative space genius or b) didnt have a tripod, but had a floor.
Also, recently dusted off the hasselblad and who do i photograph?