#nikon+f3/t

[ultralowoxygen]

R1-09844-017A by Ilya Kazarinov Via Flickr: Novoross' 21

[sleeplessintokyo87]

35mm Amber T800,

I'm not happy with the light leaks, but it seems the Stock Film Amber T800 behaves like this.

Does it feel shitty?

[thatrickmcginnis]

ICE-T, Toronto 1989

Around the turn of the '90s I ended up photographing quite a few major names in hip hop, starting with Eric B & Rakim and Chuck D. I was assigned to do a portrait of Ice-T by NOW magazine - one of my earliest jobs for the paper, which took me to a hotel way out in the suburbs of Toronto. Born Tracy Lauren Marrow in Newark, NJ, he lived out a "real life, non-primetime version of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" (as I wrote about him on my old blog) when his parents died and he was sent to live with an aunt in Los Angeles. He lived on the fringe of the Bloods, one of the two biggest gangs in the city, and sold weed and stole car stereos before his girlfriend got pregnant and he enlisted in the U.S. Army. He returned to crime after being discharged but stayed away from the gangs and started a career in music, appearing on a series of 12" records before being signed to Sire Records. He was 31 when I photographed him, hardly a kid, and quite professional to deal with, saving the attitude for the pictures.

I remember spending a while trying to find a decent backdrop in the suburban hotel where I did my portrait session with Ice-T, and settled on two locations - below a big round chandelier in the lobby and by a big window covered in rouched curtains. Ice-T was in Toronto for a show at the Concert Hall, one of Ron Nelson's shows, with Maestro Fresh Wes (called "Mystro" on the poster) opening. He had released his album Power the previous year and would put out The Iceberg/Freedom of Speech later that fall, but he'd already been in three movies by then - Breakin' and its sequel Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo and appearing as himself in Rappin', apparently the third film in the trilogy. But it was his fourth film, New Jack City, that would establish him as an actor, most notably playing police detective "Fin" Tutuola across the Law & Order franchise. As I wrote about him on my old blog, he's played to many police officers that "it might be possible that he's made more money playing cops than singing 'Cop Killer'."

Ice-T was a very cooperative subject for our portrait session back in the summer of 1989, and going over these negatives again I discovered quite a few really decent shots that I've never published before. Using the chandelier as a backdrop meant getting down on the hotel carpet to shoot, using my new Nikon F3 and a wide angle lens. He knew that this put him in an intimidating position and he played that up for the camera. The big window with its sheer curtains presented a technical challenge, and while I'm fairly certain that I brought my own light to the shoot, it still wasn't enough to stop the daylight from making my negative flare and blow out. The slightly more pensive look I was able to get from Ice-T for this half of the shoot suited this light, and I think my Photoshop skills have finally helped me pull out the potential of these portraits after over thirty years.

[daifukumochiin]

Summary: Sasuke's orderly life at elite Sairiumu Academy is disrupted by the arrival of Hinata, a timid transfer student whose obvious crush on him, a young man dedicated to his craft and his current relationship, stirs unease. (Initial SasuSaku with SasuHina endgame, modern Norse myth AU, high school, angst, romance, photography, postmodern-ish fic). Rated T

LIGHTS,

BOWS, and

MISTLETOES

an entry for SasuHina Month 2024, Day 27 : Forget and Remember

(for peachy-hina, since December)

ffnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14369143/1/Lights-Bows-and-Mistletoes

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57030778

Part 1: Lights

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ix

The first camera he ever took a picture with was an old Nikon F3 that his father owned. Sasuke could still remember the clarity of that day, the sting of the cold, the freshness of dazzling sunlight that had only emerged from weeks of relentless snowfall that had buried Metro Konoha under a thick, unyielding blanket of white.

After loading their groceries in the car, his father drove up to a nearby playground where the sun directly hit and pulled out his camera bag to capture the neighborhood buried in snow.

"Come here, Sasuke," his father called. Bundled in layers of wool and down, Sasuke got out of the car, each breath a puff of steam that irritated his eyes. The sunlight burned bright and he couldn’t see very well while squinted.

His father’s imposing figure in a heavy coat knelt before him, shielding him from the sun, and placed the camera in his small gloved hands. He guided Sasuke’s fingers over the shutter button and instructed him where to look.

After steadying the camera against Sasuke’s stomach, he pressed Sasuke’s finger over the shutter button, capturing a shot of the picket fencing.

“See that? Now you try,” said his father. “Take a pretty picture. It’s not always like this around here.”

As soon as his father let go, Sasuke, driven by childlike curiosity, decided to move to a spot near the trees, captivated by the crepuscular rays and the golden glint of the sun sharply outlining their dark bodies. He showed the picture he had taken to his father, who, in turn, was pleasantly surprised.

“You’ve got a good eye!” his father said, ruffling Sasuke’s hair. The smile on his father's face, stretching from ear to ear, was warmer and brighter than anything Sasuke had ever known. Obeying his father brought pure joy, and the seed of a dream took root in his tiny heart as his toes curled with glee inside his boots.

They spent the morning wandering the snow-covered landscape, taking pictures of icicles, snow-laden branches, the sky, and the blue shadows. Even when hunger struck, his father’s praise kept him full and content against the cold; even as the tip of his nose and the delicate skin of his cheeks began to burn, the click of the shutter sent a thrill through his tiny frame that felt impossible to contain, making the time forgotten as though the adventure would never end.

One photo grew into a collection. The more photos he took, the more recognition he brought home, and Sasuke bore it with pride whenever his father showed friends the magazines that featured his works.

The great loop of Sasuke's reward and fulfillment revolved around showing his father his shots, chasing after elusive childhood sensations from that early memory. Until it all came crashing down in middle school—until it all came crashing down in middle school, when Sasuke, with grades slipping, boldly declared during a parent-teacher meeting that he didn’t need that much schooling, anyway; he was destined to be a photographer. His natural talent and skill were widely acknowledged, with his father, he believed, at the forefront of those who supported him.

How wrong, how naive he had been; his father had long since changed.

Sasuke never expected to wind up in a similar situation again: his perpetually busy parents sitting with him at the Sairiumu’s counselor’s office. Since he remained tight-lipped and refused to justify his actions, the result was a three-week suspension.

“This is a first. Care to explain?” His father’s tone was steady, almost clinical, as they drove to Sasuke’s shared apartment with Sakura.

A first? Sasuke didn’t respond; the last thing his father needed to hear was how the Photography Club was involved in all this. If his father was referring to the aggression, who could’ve predicted he’d be this desperate too?

In a way, his father pursued his notion of northernness and when he achieved something resembling it, had since been more driven to get closer to it, fully expecting his sons to follow in his steps.

“Didn’t you have karate classes? Was assaulting people all they ever taught their students?” his father said, frustration edging his voice.

Sasuke clenched his fists. He’d asked for those karate classes to avoid disrupting their lives with the stalking and other distressing situations he faced.

“Dear, it must’ve just been the stress,” his mother interjected, trying to diffuse the tension.

His parents left their sons to their own devices but supported each other unconditionally; his father's word was law, and his mother made sure it was carried out.

“As you’ve said, Sasuke hasn’t acted like this before,” his mother added gently. “Take this time to really rest, okay?” She rubbed his cheek, trying to soothe his sulking.

Before they left, his father said, “Don’t you dare pull something like this again. Now I have to go smooth things over with the folks at Iwa Mining Corp. and clean up this mess you’ve made… And don’t be carrying on this way around Chairman Haruno’s daughter. She’s the only good thing you’ve got going for you. All you do is play with your cameras with no business acumen whatsoever.”

He spent the next few days holed up in his bedroom editing photos. By then, a video of his attack on Morio had gone viral, racking up over 150 million views on FikTok. A meme of his furious face had spread like wildfire which equally made him a hot topic for being a looker in full-on rage.

Small-time tabloids and fake accounts quickly jumped in to spread malicious rumors about him. Everything spun out of control so fast that he didn’t have time to process it. Calls kept pouring in, but Sasuke refused to answer, not even from Neji. What followed was a spiral into a grand abyss. His only solace came from Sakura’s reassurances that she’d make things right, as he clung tight to her like Kandata to the single silvery thread of a spider lowered from paradise to hell.

“Why are you still with me?” Sasuke lay on his side, a cocktail of dread and self-loathing coursing through him after a wave of clarity set in, leaving him utterly spent from exertion, drenched in sweat reeking of canned beer.

"What sort of a question is that?" Sakura smiled.  “Of course, it’s because I love you.”

He wanted to believe her words, to trust that her love was genuine; he truly did. But deep down, doubt gnawed at him. Yet, letting go was not an option—that was not his prerogative. Easing his grip on the silver thread would unleash a terrible hell. Sakura was fully capable of it. Even worse, he could end up dragging down his family and their economic prospects with him.

When she looked into his eyes, he wondered what she saw—whether she truly saw into him or was merely looking at him. Either way, he found no reprieve. He'll remain as convincing as long as he possibly can, partly as a matter of survival, and mostly because he's allowing her to break his heart still.

“I need to go take a shower.” Sakura kissed his right temple and slipped off the bed.

As Sasuke watched her, his eyes lingered on the small tattoo just below the curve of her left breast. She had several tattoos, and this tiny plant had always been there ever since he first saw her naked, but he had never thought to ask about it.

Sakura glanced back with a knowing smile. "Why are you looking at me like that? Thinking of doing it again?"

She crawled back to him, planting soft kisses along his neck and up to his lips. He let his hand slide from her back to gently caress beneath her breast.

"What’s this tattoo? This one?" Sasuke emphasized by tracing it with his thumb.

Sakura giggled. "Why the sudden curiosity?"

"Just wondering…"

"Remember I had cancer when I was a kid? That was in my medication. And I thought it looked cute, so…”

Thoughts of a younger Sakura battling a fatal illness never failed to squeeze his heart to the point of physical pain. Yet, oddly enough, Sasuke was feeling less of that pain than he used to. Perhaps, he’d grown numb; perhaps he’d become heartless—perhaps he had always been. Perhaps that was the reason why he was being punished.

“It’s a mistletoe,” she said.

Suddenly, Hinata’s words from the rooftop came back to him, seizing the hair ends of his arms with the ghost trail of an icy draft. He didn’t believe in superstitions: scientifically, mistletoes are parasitic plants with medicinal properties, but there was no mention of any superstition, in any culture, of mistletoes being bad luck. In fact, they were believed to be the opposite.But at that moment, Sasuke felt a sense of foreboding, as if Sakura's mistletoe tattoo held the same warning as Hinata's words.

His running suspicion came confirmed when in the middle of the night, after Sakura fell asleep, and he’d gone to wash himself, a notification popped off on her phone, her screen scorching bright on her dresser in their dim room.

Normally, there’s an unspoken rule between them not to meddle with each other's mobile devices—Sakura meddled with his phone often to make sure only pictures of her were in his gallery, but he never did. But that night, Sasuke couldn’t resist.

Hey, you awake? I can't sleep. I need you... you're all I can think about.

It came from someone named M.

Mmm…

Like the way her lips formed preparing for the next vowel just before she rolled up her car window the evening, she left him out in the rain down Hashirama’s bridge.

Sakura Haruno was by no means a terrible archer, but during the archery inter-high tournament that spring, she was faced off with Karin Uzumaki, an old rival, who with just a mere smirk, ticked Sakura off like no other. Everything else went red for her during the finals except the target. She stretched her bow aiming for her last shot and let go prematurely.

She kept her smile for the cameras but when it was only her in the car with Sasuke trying to get through Konoha’s rush hour traffic, she kept to herself until they reached Hashirama’s bridge. Then, without preamble, she grabbed her bow case, got out of the car, pushed her way through the dense traffic to reach the bridge railings, and threw her equipment into the river below.

"Sakura!"

"Let's break up."

"Wait," said Sasuke. "How is any of this my fault? Let's first get back to the car."

"You're a genius–figure it out! All you've done was bore me, you know that?! I'd rather be anywhere right now than next to you!"

Never one to be honest with himself, he couldn't comfort her and lacked the right words to say. But someone else had the emotional vocabulary, and Sakura knew just the right guy. Because, even as the rain began to fall, she demanded that he leave, and reached for her phone to call the person on her mind who could offer what he couldn't.

Suddenly, while Sasuke zoned out at the letter M on Sakura’s screen, the phone was snatched from his hand.

“I don’t remember giving you permission.” Sakura glared at him, the screen light harsh against the slight contours of her face. Then she went to the toilet bringing her phone, and stayed there for over an hour. 

As before, Sasuke did the only way he’d ever known to cope. Seeing the bright moonlight filtering in through the window curtains, Sasuke grabbed his trusty Sony A7 II, attached an art lens to it, and went out onto the balcony.

When he checked his shots, a figure flitted through his vision on the streets below, looking up to him discreetly were she not exposed by a nearby streetlamp.

Hasn't she learned anything even after seeing him act his worst? He is no kind, gentle Baldur from Norse myth. And unlike Baldur, he didn't inhabit a fictional, perfect world like Breidablik. 

In the real world, you fight tooth and nail for your dreams, chasing a reckless pursuit that you can almost taste but never quite reach. You could die with no one to have your back—not friends, fathers, mothers, or brothers.

“Are you having fun? Are you having a pleasant time?”

If she were to ask that now, he’d answer: “Does it really matter?”

She wore the same white one-piece dress beneath a lavender cardigan that she had on when they first met. 

From that encounter, Sasuke had learned two things: first, Hinata Hyuuga was hauntingly beautiful in the rain.

“My lord! My lord!”

She chased him desperately through the crowd, losing her umbrella as she fought to catch up. He didn’t stop or even glance back.

“My lord!”

She caught his sleeve.

Sasuke stared at her, puzzled. Who calls out to anyone like that in this day and age? He glanced around, half-expecting to see a period drama crew, as she looked like she belonged on a film set. Then she smiled—this petite, otherworldly girl—and the dark chasm in his heart stirred, causing a shift. 

Without warning, she swooped in and embraced him, rendering him immobile, his mind all white noise and void of thought.

With much affection, she looked up to him, her face wet with rain, her hair damp and her white dress clinging to her skin. 

“Dearest, I found you.”

Second, Sasuke discovered that a pathetic weakness residing in him quivered at her tender voice calling him “dearest”. 

It revealed his hideous desire to be found. Like waiting for pure light to come in the midst of an expanse cold, spacious, severe, pale, and remote. Like a castaway that had swam for miles and hours, struck with the singular desire of laying eyes on that shore and just finally, finally resting there. 

But he was just a young man in the world, and as any human, he was bound to be skeptical. Who else would so freely offer affection on the side of the road if not one of those girls who made a living by sleeping around?

Sasuke pushed her away. “Try someone else,” he said. “I’m in a really bad mood.” The girl, visibly perplexed by this action, fainted. 

“Hey.” Sasuke shook her urgently. “Hey!”

Her shoulders felt awfully frail against his grasp as she stayed limp in his arms almost as if even the raindrops could bruise her collarbones. 

When he took her to the hospital, they were unable to find any ID on her, so Sasuke left his number, hoping to be contacted if she regained consciousness. The next day, he learned she was awake, but she had already gone home by the time he arrived.

Since then, she never left his mind. He marveled at how a mere stranger could affect him so intensely, even though he had just broken up with Sakura. When he and Sakura got back together, it became clear to Sasuke that if he ever encountered that girl again, he would have to conquer the part of him that had almost yielded to her.

Then, as if a temptation of fate, she walked into their classroom, clad in the school uniform, and introduced herself as the new transfer student.

“I’m Hinata Hyuuga. Seventeen. Nice to meet you all.”

After taking a bow, her gaze swept across the room and landed on him. Sasuke wondered if she had come to save him—and if she could. go to Chapter List>

[t1003x]

【中古】 (ニコン) Nikon F3/T チタンカラー【中古カメラ フィルム一眼】 ランク：AB+ 【【 詳細は → 】】

[paincorpsrarefinds]

Nikon F3/T 35mm SLR Film Camera Body Only

CAMERA DEALS: Seller: guspoly (100.0% positive feedback) Location: US Condition: New Price: 2190.00 USD Shipping cost: Free Buy It Now https://www.ebay.com/itm/115733502717?hash=item1af2411afd%3Ag%3AIO0AAOSwQelkE-2k&mkevt=1&mkcid=1&mkrid=711-53200-19255-0&campid=5338779481&customid=&toolid=10049&utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[cnopak]

what camera, lens, and film do you use to take your photos?

Oh, my first Q&A.

Firstly, for digital, I'm currently using Sony a6500. I love to use Sony E 18-135 and Sony E 70-350.

Secondly, for film, I own Nikon F3 with Ai-s 50mm f/1.2, F100 with 70-210 f/4.0, Minolta SR-T 101 with 50mm f/1.7 and etc. The camera I use depends on my feeling and condition. You can check the tags to see what camera and film I used for the photos. I usually use Kodak gold 200 and Pro Image 100.

[tokyo-camera-style]

Odakyu Line between Yoyogi-Uehara and Shimokitazawa stations

Nikon F3P with Zeiss Planar T* f/1,4 50mm ZF lens

Photographer: 有光 友貴  instagram / tumblr

[otome-ism]

Nikon F3/TにMF-17 といふ翼をさずける

ぎゃー！でかーい！おもーい！かっこいい！！ 

mk-1も着けた状態の250フィルムバックはなかな見ないね。

MF-4かと思いきや MF-17。単三電池をさらに4本積むことが許されている。でも、デート��ニット取り付けられないようになっているので意味はなかった。そもそもフィルムも厳しいけどね。

MD-4と合わせると単三電池12本。電池だけでも相当である。

ま、重くて飛べないわな。

[ultralowoxygen]

ballerina by Ilya Kazarinov Via Flickr: Ulan-Ude '19

[sleeplessintokyo87]

Nikon F3/T + Kodak Portra 800

Argentina, El calafate

[stephane-bdc]

Une ballade à Tachikawa depuis mon album sur Lomography

Camera : Nikon F3/T Film : Fuji 400s photo : stephane.photo

[moulipaulmajournal]

Post 16: Scans and prints from Olympus Om-2n & Mamiya 7ii & the Photobook

This post would be a bit rushed because we have our hand-in in a week and I am stressed. There are so many things I figured out at a later stage. How am I supposed to put all of them together?

Good news is that the scans and prints have arrived from the last two shoots and I was quite curious to know how all of it went. I didn't have too many expectations as these were the first two colour rolls I was experimenting with. This also makes me say again that I need to learn how to develop and process colour film. Below is a short description of how the photos turned out.

Mamiya 7ii - Except one, all the photographs are de-focused or had some issues with the framing. I might also need to book a prime lens from next time when I book the Mamiya. However, the Portra 400 is a pretty good roll considering the aesthetics I am looking out for. Few days back, I came to know about cubic and T-grain. Portra 400 has T-grain emulsion which is quite new. Earlier when I had used the Olympus Om-2n with Ilford FP4 Plus, I was quite happy with the grain quality as I will repeat myself that I am looking for a certain grittiness in the pictures. FP4 Plus has cubic grain which is an older emulsion and has a randomized grain structure, which in fact provides the grittiness. Portra 400 with it's T-grain emulsion has finer grains which I am not looking for, but what I liked about the roll was it's colour palette. Muted, unsaturated and natural colours.

Olympus Om-2n - This produced quite a few proper images while some had issues with the focus. I had earlier used the Om-2n with Ilford FP4 Plus and quite liked it as I have mentioned several times in the previous posts. Om-2n is easy to use and as a beginner with analog photography, I would prefer getting myself comfortable with this model first. I might experiment with a Nikon F3 at a later stage as I have read good reviews about it. But, Om-2n is my go-to for now. The Kodak Ultramax 400 produced much more vivid colours than the Portra 400. I liked the scans which I received but not all the prints. Somehow, that vivid colour doesn't work for me. Yet, I would use Ultramax in low-light situations where I can ethically pull up the ISO to 400 and get a grittier look in the images. Also, I found the colours to be quite warm and pleasant in low-light situations as compared to bright settings.

Mrs.Tarafdar. 12 Jan 2022. 

Camera used: Mamiya 7ii. 

Lighting used: Available light. 

Film used: Kodak Portra 400.

This is the only photograph which turned out proper and I also managed to keep space in this portrait which I had been working on. I would prefer a bit more of shadow area details but the colour palette works for me. I have also made an album from the prints I received. It is inspired by my father and my uncle who used to make similar photo albums long back. The album which I made has the failed photographs as well as the ones which came out well. Each photo has a description explaining why it failed, what I could have done better and why it works for me. I have added few images of the album at the end of the post and it's also kept in the Make Space studio along with a journal where I had taken notes for 101. My work is a mix of digital and manual at the moment consisting of google docs and handwritten notes in the journal. I have become bit more organized with the work as I am approaching the 101 and that will be carried out through the other modules as well.

This is one of the many failed images made with Mamiya 7ii. Hanifa's photo didn't come out well with the Om-2n as well. It only worked with the digital.

Mrs.Tarafdar's wedding saree and another failed image from Mamiya 7ii.

Mrs.Tarafdar's wedding saree taken with Olympus Om-2n and this is an intentional de-focus connecting the clothing with nostalgia and past.

Mr.Ahmad's store. Camera used: Olympus Om-2n.

Photo Album details - contains prints made from Kodak Ultramax 400 and Kodak Portra 400.

There is also another thing I am working on right now which I wanted to do earlier - a digital photobook. However, as I didn’t have a proper body of work until mid-January, I had kept the idea on hold. It’s a work in progress and hence I will not be adding it to the body of work for 101. The look and feel of the book is inspired by Jonas Bendiksen’s Satellites. Beautifully created photobook with images laid against a black colour background. The texts I would be using is a mix between English and Bengali. Few of the Bengali texts are direct copies from my mother’s notes which are still with me. I am still developing on the idea on how to proceed with it. I have worked on the cover and name which goes by P. O. ANGUS (this might change as well). Apart from Satellites, I am also trying to get a copy of the photobook Sleeping by the Mississippi by Alec Soth. 

P. O. Angus is the place where I was born and lived for the first 11 years of my life. The actual name of the place is Tarakeshwar Pally, Bhadreswar and the post office where my father used to drop all the letters is known as Angus. The location of the post office to be precise. I remember writing down every time while writing down my address - P. O. Angus, Dist. Hooghly.

P. O. Angus, Mouli Paul, 2021. Unpublished. 

P. O. Angus, Mouli Paul, 2021. Unpublished.

P. O. Angus, Mouli Paul, 2021. Unpublished.

Satellites, Jonas Bendiksen, 2006.

Satellites, Jonas Bendiksen, 2006.

I have recently bought a Balda Fixed Focus from Soperfect Images and it was bit of an impulse buying as I was more inclined towards getting a Rolleiflex similar to Gideon Mendel. It's a medium format and the enthusiasm I am currently having is bit childlike and might take some time to calm down. With this, comes an end to the 101 and I am working on my essay almost like a lunatic. I have lost the number of times I have made iterations and I still don't seem to like what I have written at all.

With the 201 in another 3 months time, it's a mad rush for full time students. I have given a pause to producing any work right now but would resume in a week or two. Also, spring would be here in a month and I have heard that it's the most beautiful time in the UK.

Manual Photo Album available at

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1muonmQYC7-cctqPzi37E2uouQN7fiKcD?usp=sharing

Photobook is available at https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1mv5mF1dCzrYF6Ig4fgxG5webxhXF-Ydo?usp=sharing

[japancamerahunter]

Camera Geekery: The Nikon F3/T

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[365daysofcoffee]

Nikon F3 T | Kodak Portra 160