After my father gave me his old self-loaded rolls (the newest, which expired in the mid-nineties) I couldn't wait to use it on a trip to India. Little did I know how the film would come out after getting it processed at the local lab.
I’m fortunate enough to come from a multi-generational family of amateur photographers and professional travelers. So when my parents discovered my reemergence into analogue, they pulled out their rolls of film from the freezer and gave me free reign over the rolls.
When taking them on a trip to India, I knew that I wanted to use some of the ektachrome to capture my time there. What I didn’t know was just how crazy it would come out. It seems that with the age of the film and the cross-processing, a funny thing happened with the chemicals and the film.
Below are some of the results:
A shot from the plane into Delhi.
A Government Gate
Book shopping in the market streets of Old Delhi
The Jama Masjid
Didn’t expect these results, but so happy with how they came out!