Earlier this week - as in yesterday - I tweeted/status-ed/attempted to propagate the following through the Internet:
"It's a hipster anomaly to like every single print from a roll of film. I mean like Matrix shit."
Directions to my soul: Up the stairs to the left.
Case in point, my summer 2011 Fisheye & Oktomat pictures are a paradoxical anomalous mass of beautiful brights and sunshine.
