A few years ago, I felt like I was at the top of my game at the old day job. Yeah, man, I was the cock of the freakin' walk, struttin' my stuff. A real bad ass of the capitalist system. But I digress... I definitely still needed my shutter therapy sessions as much as I ever did. In fact, those sessions are probably what kept me 'sane' in the first place. I found these film scans from back in the day totally untouched in a rarely visited corner of my photo catalog. The red blotches on the negative are the telltale signs of Cinestill film. Confronted with the image, I can still recall lining up the shot. Can you remember your past photo sessions?
