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Around the corner from my house is this faded pink building — I think it’s a school of some sort. On Saturday, on my way to a picnic in Fort Greene Park, I snapped a few photo with Pony the Yashica, only to discover that I had quite misjudged the exposure (top). I took another shot, about five feet to the right of the first photo, only to discover when I got the film back from the lab that I’d overexposed it a touch. Alas.
That said, I sort of prefer the underexposed photo — it looks like it was taken in the middle of some sort of ash storm, or perhaps from a late-19th century northern England industrial city (minus the parking sign, sneakers, and air conditioning units). Or it’s a still from some horror film about a mysterious fog enveloping middle Brooklyn. “Bourgeoiszilla,” we’ll call it.
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hong-an tran 