Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Dirty Diana


Last holiday season I purchased a reproduction Diana F+ plastic-bodied toy camera.

The history of the Diana dates back over fourty years. They were first produced in Hong Kong in the early 1960's. According to one website:

With the development of inexpensive, higher quality consumer cameras such as the Kodak Instamatic, demand for the Diana, even as a novelty gift, gradually disappeared. Production of the Diana, its clones (have 151 marked on the door latch like the original Diana), close copies and variants is believed to have stopped sometime during the 1970s, though similar 35mm box cameras were produced for many years thereafter by various companies in Hong Kong and Taiwan as promotional items.

Having never taken a photo lesson I appreciated the simple camera operation and the ease in which the flash plugged into the main body. The camera only accepts 120mm film, unless modified otherwise, which is very difficult to find. I have only come across one local retailer that sells both color and black & white. The film is fairly inexpensive but the reproduction can be quite costly. I have discovered that it is more cost effective to have the film put on CD, modify at home, and then have printed on regular paper at my local big box store. Loading the 120mm film into the camera was challenging at first until I visited several message boards.

Diana cameras are predisposed to light leaks, and they produce images with pronounced vingnetting that are often blurred and out of focus. Modern digital photography is great for taking that first perfect shot when timing is critical or you are in a rush. You will not get that with a Diana. But, that is what I love about them. Vaguely familiar images filled with dreamlike landscapes and hazy people.

One Should Never Overlook an Opportunity to Witness the Great Flying Machine in Action








Music for a Sunshiney Daydream

I was pretty excited to find an e-newsletter this morning from artist/musician ISO50 announcing the return of the music playlist on the Tycho band website.

Give it a listen:


Monday, August 31, 2009

California Shines on Schwarzenegger's...Muscles

Many years ago at a garage sale I unwittingly picked up a book about weightlifting titled, Pumping Iron: The Art and Sport of Bodybuilding. This was in the midst of my gym obsession days and I purchased the book thinking it would be a good frame of reference for my many workouts. I quickly lost interest in the ragtag paperback and stuffed it away in a box realizing that it wasn't a book about how to get strong. It was an outdated book about bodybuilders and their lifestyle.

I had all but forgotten that purchase until coming across an article recently about the 1975 Mr. Olympia contest and the accompanying documentary directed by George Butler and Robert Fiore called, Pumping Iron. I watched the movie and it blew me away. It features Lou Ferrigno, Mike Katz, Franco Columbu, Ed Corney, Ken Waller, and of course a very massive Arnold Schwarzenegger, as they all compete for the respective titles of Mr. World and Mr. Olympia. The movie single-handedly launched modern workout culture.

All that aside, it's an amazing time-capsule for the swingin' 1970s:




I also recommend the commentary track, Raw Iron: The Making of Pumping Iron.

NEUTRA


Richard Neutra (1892-1970) is arguably one of the most important architects of the Modernist era. He is famous for taking the needs of his clients and marrying architectural unity to nature.

He is also widely critized for being too rigid with his structural form and his use of cheap materials. I, personally, am quite fond of these natural components that ultimately meld the relative safety of the inner sanctum with the insecurity and beauty of the outside world.

Here is a slideshow of Neutra's innovative work as it originally appeared in Architectural Digest.


The Wild One


Mildred: "What're you rebelling against, Johnny?"

Johnny: "Whaddya got?"


The Collision of Two Synth Worlds

What do you get when you combine a quirky modern indie/prog-rock band with a quirky retro indie/prog-rock band?

A Rock-afire Explosion of course: