Sometimes I see in black and white.
It goes back to the days when I was a kid, holed up in a dark room watching Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers dance their way across the screen.
The opening scene to “Manhattan” still gives me shivers.
Or maybe it was the hours spent watching my dad develop his black and white landscapes of the French mountains…
Either way, it feels like home.
All images shot with a Contax 645 and Olympus OM1 on Tri-X and BW400CN film