The last of my recent film shots.
Over the weekend I was at a shoot and shot a whole 36 exposures of film before realizing it never wound properly and I didn’t take a single shot. I was shooting digital at the same time, thank god, but I’ve never made that mistake before with my A-1 (only once with a vintage camera I bought that was broken) and I wanted to explode with sadness and anger. The surprise and preciousness of film comes with its downfalls, which just adds to the magic of it, I know, but still. UGH. Mercury in retrograde, y’all.