From East 3rd Street to 77th Street. Almost 40 years and I am still here. There is a nostalgia for the days of film now, and here is an image on Kodachrome taken from my apartment back in 1982. I had no idea how it would turn out, and I wouldn’t know until I went uptown and had if processed. A courier would pick up the film from the lab in the “Photo District,” now the “Flatiron District,” and take it to New Jersey somewhere where Kodak had its lab. Several days later, unless you paid for rush service, you would see the film.
I am not nostalgic for those days when you had to wait for the lab before you could strike the set and move on to the next shot. Now you shoot it, show it, change it, shoot again, everyone loves it—next.