Part 2/6 - 5 Roll Project

New Years eve 2014. Sitting in my Kitchen noodling with various stuff on the laptop. Had a good year overall, not sure why this melancholia is hitting me so hard and so often. Got fed, slept warm and dry most nights with a roof over my head, had love reaching out and grabbing me more than once, what more does a man need really? I can by now sort out the rotten moves that was handed to me during the last 365 and let them stay locked in for a day I decide to take care of it. No action without an reaction.
Thought I post a Part II of this 6x6 film thing I named "The 5 Roll Project". Always liked nature, always liked the ocean. Got this fascination with trees as well as a turbulent sea from an early age. Tokyo is a pretty green place after all, being such a metropolis in the heart of the Japanese industrial and economical machine. That the indigenous men with a steel mind let seemingly "wild" things prosper it is a sign that the roots of nature means more than any concrete, steel or glass conquest in the name if prosperity. When I say I like trees I mean the irregular shape and patterns that has during the years have had free reign to develop into something unique. Trees and plants are cool, I just like to see them, to be near them as much as possible. In the past they used the branches of sturdy trees to hang the unruly and wild from…what a paradox juxtapose.

All handheld Hasselblad 503CX / 80mm f2.8




This second part I name :  18%TERRESTRIAL 

Part 1/6 - 5 Roll Project

6x6 V.S The city….Tokyo that is. Boredom and an overall apathy that comes with bringing the year to an(other) end. December blues if you like brought me and fellow photographer Paul ( Paul Del Rosario) to push out a 5 roll day of 120 film on the streets of Tokyo. I wasn't expect much to be honest and saw this as a great chance to force myself to head out with the Hasselblad and get some perspective on stuff. Been a long time since I have felt the urge to shoot the streets of Tokyo with a square format mindset. After 15 years in the city I feel I have covered all and every corner and angle of this place, of course this is not the truth, pretty far from it. But never the less, ones vision tends to stick to what one see and I see the same shit everyday. Though, in the viewfinder things happen, as new ideas and life views are being polished and refined so does ones eye seek out new and in this case pretty interesting "scenes" and moods.
I am not the same photographer philosophically I was a couple of years ago, my view has steered away from what i though was the way then and Im now seeking out other (not better, just other) ways to bring happiness and satisfaction from photography. I believe I did found my "style" and my "mood" a long time ago, just that I have polished this to a mere bare root by now and the more "less" I go I get "more". I also now have as non-pro the added plus and luxury to do what I want the way I want it, when I want. So…anyways, 5 rolls of 120 medium format film gives you 60 frames. This is Part 1 / 6 of these 60 frames. Not all turned out to satisfaction, I double scanned some, missed to scan some (still don't have my own medium format film scanner…). Fuck it, it's what it is and maybe one day I learn to care more, be less careless. All shot on my Hasselblad with the 80mm, all on heavily outdated film. Scanner pretty dusty which gave me a somewhat involuntary gritty look that I liked. Stay tuned for Part 2-6.


I call this first part - Betrayed By Light

Black Shape Of Light

He who is the Beast Man, step forward

Let us see you in full glory, revile the swine that holds you

As you once were, you will forever be

May all heinous deeds that has fallen upon your shoulders be lifted off you

You are every man, let us see you free and light

As we steer clear of your path, let us give you strength

Strength to rip us open, crush our bones, consume our flesh

Nothing is worthy of trial and error, no one shall compete to reach the end before you

Step in the footstep of few, the Beast Man seeks vengeance and rightfully so

Let us love to hate you, as you make us understand that all is nothing, nothing at all

Black shape of light

As the beginning of time reaches out

The pestered demon awakes amongst roots and rotting matter

Alone he is the possession of life draped in heavy cloak of anger and hope

A chord-less tune of rattling branches in the wind of the dark hills

Stone crushed to gravel under his sore feet

To see the shadows

Heavy laden with millennia of patience and understanding

Deeper breathing takes him higher

Leave no trace

The short reach for a lifetime of willing

Dead mass comes to life

Roots reaching for bedrock

Irregular patterns become invisible, a straight line in the forest means death. 

Cold and untamed is the air that flows in and out of the living. 

Why struggle to beat the Alpha, life a mere transition from womb to maggot. 

Yet the senses scream of fear of the oblivious end, escape the only way forward. 

Fangs rip through hide and tissue, feeding life and purpose. 

Loud Silence, failure is waiting around the next bend

The silence of countless lifetimes seek to deafening you

Pounding you down with a heavy beat, the beat of defense

Take your chance and hide, become the environment

Let no one catch a glimpse of you in this state

The hammer shall fall with full force, nothing is everything for you now

To lose is to succeed, success is on the futile path

The winding path of deafening silence

Stand tall

The black trunk of the Lord gives life to the darkest of shades underneath

No seedling can find it’s rightful place under the King

Basking with a clear consience as the ever whispering wind flows with an answer to all and every riddle                                                 

Roots gripping deep and firm

                              Tendons of steel penetrating

                                                     The Master of the sky will fall the hardest

Amongst friends you are the trusted one your sharp knowledge is complete Amongst the clueless you dwell not nor with he who has doubt looking over his shoulder Worthy companion of few With life I honor you 

Because amongst friends you are the trusted one

Beware the beast man, for he is the devil's pawn 

Alone among God's primates, he kills for sport, or lust or greed

Yes, he will murder his brother to possess his brother's land

Let him not breed in great numbers, for he will make a desert of his home and yours

Shun him

Drive him back into his jungle lair, For he is the harbinger of death

The 23^rd scroll, 9^th Verse

“Planet of the Apes”

Cosmo Hammer

Shot a gig with Legion Of Andromeda (Check links and stuff in a post below). I know the faceless approach and "lack-of-humanity" fits this guys personalities and music so I wanted a more progressive style that would go with the mood of this gig. Turned out ok regarding the little mirrorless I used. Always uplifting to shoot stuff that moves you and the story behind this band and what they are achieving is for me a great thing. 

These turned out too clean, still liked them.