lindsay's kitchen

[Winston-Salem, NC]

over on the other side of downtown-- past the dilapidated tobacco factories, the old Moravian settlement, and the arts school-- my dear friend and independent film director Lindsay Thompson recreates Le Cordon Bleu in a cottage hidden behind curtains of ivy.  it's ecclectically decorated with a blend of antique furniture, film posters and reels. a wall of books lines at least two rooms.

i've been told it's pretentious to use the word ecclectic and to say 'film' when 'movie' would do.  i've also heard it's prententious to keep company with artists and to reference Le Cordon Bleu.  

but you shouldn't speak when a song will do.

lately i've been finding my way back to the darkroom.  i say that as if i've been there before, i haven't.  rather, i've spent much time sunning myself on the rooftop of digital photography and finally decided to trudge to the basement and see what this building stands on anyway. (forgive the pathetic analogy) 

the photo above was taken a week ago but came to life last night in a pool of chemicals and red filters... as did the image below.  though there are many frustrations in the backwards move from digital to film, i've finally found myself at home in the darkroom so long as i'm armed with a full playlist of indie rock to soothe my impatient fidget.

i won't be shooting anything professionally in film, but stay tuned for some of the finer (rougher?) moments scanned here for your enjoyment... a less "insta" gram.