Ingenue


Znate, mene su u analogija sektu uveli Deja i Bole. I nisam verovala do kraja, uvek sam mislila da je do njihovih profi foto-aparata, sve dok se iz Berlina nisam vratila sa dva seta fotki - analognim i digitalnim, u oba slučaja idiotom. Zar je moguće da sam sličnim aparatom devedesetih napravila toliko fotki, a da nisam umela da cenim njihovu lepotu? Ne mogu tačno da vam kažem šta je u pitanju (što bi Englezi rekli, I can't put my finger on it), ali imam osećaj da digitalnim fotkama fali - života. Digitalna tehnologija naučila nas je da očekujemo stalno (i sterilno) savršenstvo, a burst mode omogućio gigabajte i gigabajte stalne nesavršenosti. Kao, bez greške, ali vas stalno nešto žulja. Pogotovo kada znate da je tako lako pritisnuti delete, i ponovo kliknuti. Sa filmom nemate tu opciju, unapred znate koliko snimaka imate na raspolaganju, i sigurno ćete malo razmisliti pre nego što okinete. Analogno oslobađa - panike zbog odabira u moru (zamalo) istih fotki, opsesije da se koncert slika, umesto sluša, straha da će vam pući hard ili memorijska kartica. Kada stvari pođu naopako, poruka Memory card empty neće vas daleko odvesti, možete samo da sedite i plačete. Ok, i film ponekad ne uspe, ali rezultat, opet, postoji, i obično je - lepši nego što ste očekivali. 

Mislim, pisala sam ja već ljubavna pisma analogiji, doduše, u digitalnoj formi, ovde na blogu. Uživo se trudim da radim kako propovedam (što se, valjda, i vidi po broju postova sa tagom analog photography), čak sam, u ime pokrštavanja, počela prijateljima da kupujem analogne idiote na Limundu i Najlonu. Živela sam ja tako analogni san sve do prošlog utorka, kada su me, kao hladan tuš, u foto-radnji dočekale reči poput 'film je predugo stajao u razvijaču' i 'jedva smo ga iščupali iz čeljusti podivljale mašine za razvijanje'...izvinjenja nisu vredela. Iako nije padala kiša, ja sam do kuće došla najpokislija na svetu. Sve dok nisam ubacila DVD sa skenovima filma u računar i još jednom se uverila da je analogno ipak - magično. Žao mi je, ali nema tog Instagrama koji bi ovo mogao da zameni!

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You know, it was actually Deja and Bole who initiated me into the religion of analog. And somehow I couldn't buy the whole thing completely, I've always thought it's because of their pro cameras, until I came back from Berlin with two sets of photos  - one analog, other digital, both made with point-and-shoot cameras. Is it possible that I've made so many photos during the 1990s with similar cameras, but couldn't appreciate their beauty? I don't know what it is, I can't really put my finger on it, but I have a feeling that digital photos miss something - they miss life. Digital technology taught us to expect constant (& therefore sterile) perfection, and burst mode gave us gigabytes and gigabytes of imperfection. Although it is supposed to be flawless, you get the feeling that something's wrong. Especially when it's so easy to press delete, and then shoot again. You don't have that option with film, the amount of shots is limited and you will probably give that shooting a bit more thought. Analog sets you free - from panic attack when you have to choose from the (virtual) pile of (almost) the same photos, obsession to record, rather than listen the concert, from fear that either your hard drive or memory card will die. When things go wrong, the Memory card empty message will not get you far - basically, all you can do is sit and cry. On the other hand, even when they say your film is ruined, the result exists, you can touch it, and, sometimes - it is far more beautiful than you could have expected.

It's not that this is my first (digital) love letter to analog photography. In real life, I try to practice what I preach (you could probably tell by the number of posts tagged with analog photography) - I even started buying my friends analog point-and-shoot cameras on flea markets, just for the sake of converting new believers. I was living the analog dream until last Tuesday when words such as 'the film has been dipped in the developer for too long' and 'we barely managed to rip it from the jaws of the gone mad film-developing machine' started coming from the mouth of a lady in the photo store...no excuses were good enough. And although it was not raining that day, I came home as damp as someone rained on my parade. Until I put the DVD with photo scans into my laptop and started believing again that - analog equals magic. Sorry guys, but no Instagram could replace this!



Acne silk top (Emin A W 2011) // Maison Martin Margiela for H&M enlarged keyring necklace // DIY mesh dress as seen here and here // faux leather skirt thrifted from Nylon flea market // hardware store ring // Diesel ankle boots

photo // Ivana Korać

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One Way Trigger



Hajde da počnemo otrcanom frazom. Prijatelji, to su oni koji vas vole i kada (vas) ne razumeju. Tako je Tamara bila ubeđena da govorim kineski kada je na New York to-do-listi, dobila Juliana Casablancasa i Margielu. Strokesi su moja stara ljubav i nije me mrzelo da bunarim po raznim forumima u potrazi za Julianovom adresom. Bila prava ili baš i ne, tek, stigla je fotka jedne prosečne njujorške višespratnice (da, da, sa sve požarnim stepeništem i crvenom opekom). Minus Julian :( U iščekivanju novog albuma, ipak volim da zamišljam da vidim Juliana sa gitarom u nekom od prozora. Do tada, uživajte u One Way Triggersjajnoj najavi novog Strokes materijala!

Utešna nagrada je stigla u vidu stavke br.2 - ove savršeno jednostavne, a opet jednostavno savršene MM6 Margiela bele končane majice, hvala Tamari x2! Crni ostatak čine omiljeni Mugler vintage dragulj i Bruno Pieters x Weekday pantalone, komadi pokrenutih, zatalasanih formi. Priču o crnom zaključujem DIY Jil Sander kapicom - potrebna vam je samo jedna kapica od Kineza i malo tila, a neko će već bolje od mene objasniti kako se to radi. Malo sjaja za kraj - strašno lepe i jednako strašno neudobne srebrne cipelice, pravi su dokaz da se za lepotu mora trpeti! A kad već pričamo o prijateljima, za sjajan foto/video materijal bili su zaduženi Bole+Srki, hvala!

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Let's start this one with an over(ab)used phrase. Friends love you even when they don't understand (you). Speaking of, Tamara must have thought I have gone mad and started talking Chinese when I handed her the New York to-do-list, containing such words as Julian Casablancas and Margiela. The Strokes are my love forever & ever, so I didn't mind browsing through pages and pages of different message boards in search for Julian's address. Being it the real one or not, all I got was a photo of the most generic downtown Manhattan red brick building. No Julian included :( Nevertheless, while waiting for the new album, I like imagining Mr. Casablancas playing his guitar in one of the windows. Until then, enjoy One Way Trigger, this great sneak peak into the new  Strokes material!

Consolation prize came as no.2 off that list - a perfectly simple, yet simply perfect MM6 Margiela white knitted top - thanks to Tamara, times two. Black tectonics of the Mugler vintage jewel worked perfectly with oversize Bruno Pieters x Weekday pants. Speaking of black, the moment I saw this Jil Sander veiled beanie, I knew I had a little DIY-ing to do... All you need is a random black beanie and some veil netting, someone has already tried it at home. I left a bit of shine for the very end - those silver brogues are the key evidence that you have to suffer for beauty - so beautiful, yet so uncomfortable! Speaking of friends, Bole+Srki are the ones responsible for the amazing photo/video material, thanks guys!

DIY Jil Sander beanie // Maison Martin Margiela MM6 knitted white top // vintage Thierry Mugler jacket // Bruno Pieters x Weekday oversize pants // hardware store ring // grandma's rhinestone earrings // ALDO pewter brogues

photo // Bojan Đurišić / Srđan Đurić
video // Srđan Đurić
video editing // moi
listen // The Strokes - One Way Trigger

One Way Trigger from hiPop on Vimeo.