At what age do you start remembering the stuffs that happened in your life? I seem to remember mine when I was aged 4 onwards. I’m not sure why. Maybe it was big enough events that I felt it should be remembered. Hmmmm.
That red fat ‘K’ with its old-school yellow background seemed to be pretty much everywhere I go. My Dad was an avid hobbyist, photographing our family with a Pentax K-1000. Mostly of me and my 3rd sister. That made an impression on me I supposed, so much so that I do what I do today. So, there’s a pile of photo albums lying around somewhere in the house. And my Dad exclusively used Kodak films. I’m not sure if he ever tried Fuji. Maybe he did.
So trips to the photo processing shops are pretty regular. Almost weekly. I remember this kiddy ride just outside the shop that I would get on. I love looking at the strips of negative neatly sleeved when it was given in the envelope. And of course, the stack of prints. There is a smell to the prints. Have you smelled them? Its very.. paper. Heh. I’m not sure how else to describe it. And the older ones, have a texture to the photos if you look closely. The newer ones don’t have that.
So, that was how I grew up with Kodak. I had another brush with it when I started school. Got enrolled in the Film, Sound & Video course. That was one of the best times of my life! And I loved photography and the experimental film modules! Used lots of Kodak in my final year project.
And the time when I started my first real job as a photographer’s assistant, I was still lucky that the studio was using film. This didn’t last very long. But I was really grateful that I had a chance to fiddle with them celluloids. Kodak & Fuji alike. LOVE! *raised heart rates*
So yeah, the digital revolution came. And kicked Kodak out of the scene. But its nice to see red, fat ‘K’ again.
I dug up some of the Kodak stuffs I have and photographed them recently. Hehe. I love them all.