Black and White on Kyle Anderson

Thoughts on Perspective

Mon, 02 Aug 2010 22:22:46 -0700

‘You won’t last six months in this town.’ - Anonymous

If you’re sensible, you take an indirect hint from the broke fuckers who spend half their lives wasting away at the blackjack table, pounding back cigarette after drink after sorrow.

“It’s always like this,” The stranger across the table from me says after yet another losing hand.

I was in the same boat as him, walking away from the cards with 2/3 fewer chips than I started with. Thankfully, the $60 I used to bet with all came from video poker winnings from earlier. No matter what, I told myself, I’m leaving here $20 up.

Greed got the best of me that night. Though ending the night with a profit, it was much less than it could have been. After hitting two four of a kinds on video poker, I had turned my initial $40 into $150 for $110 profit. Half an hour and two more free beers, and that dropped to $60 profit, and I cashed out. It was 4 a.m., and this is when I tried to sleep and couldn’t. So I tried my luck at blackjack at 6 in the morning. On a Sunday. Though I lost winnings, I convinced the pit boss to comp me breakfast.

There are two ways to look at this situation I put myself in. Either I could have won more, got greedy and lost, or I simply won $20, free food and drinks, and a night out. All of this seems to relate back to a concept I recently read about called the anchoring effect.

First Attempts with Holga 120N, Horseman Accordion & Rusty Rollbox

Tue, 01 Dec 2009 12:52:41 -0700

Preface: About a month ago, I borrowed a Holga 120N from my roommate on a whim. The assignment for my photo class was to emulate a famous photographer, and the guy I chose had a great set of Holga pictures on his website. I rushed to the local photo store and bought two rolls of black and white 120 film. I asked the clerk, “So, is this film in a canister like 35mm?” The old man behind me chuckled at my inexperience. They patiently explained how 120 worked, and I was instantly fascinated.

Last weekend after Thanksgiving, I decided to pick at the antique cameras my family had acquired over the years and had been sitting on a bookshelf collecting dust. For the longest time, I just assumed that the film for those cameras didn’t exist. But when I inspected them, lo and behold, most of them took 120. The ones that didn’t could be easily modified to fit 120 or 35mm. So I went on a shoot near the airport in Las Vegas. Admittedly, these frames are far from perfect, and I seriously screwed up the Horseman pictures.

Holga:

Golden Years

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 05:23:08 -0600

I can feel myself aging.

The same slippers go on the same feet every morning. It’s 6:30am, the only time I can wake up anymore.

I pour the same cup of coffee as yesterday and the day before. “Hello, Coffee-mate.”

What was I to do today? The sun was rising. The colorful but boring rays it cast onto the breakfast table didn’t matter. The rose bushes lining my backyard, once perfected by the old woman, didn’t matter. This shitty Folgers didn’t matter.