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Kodachrome reds

Photographs

Unique

Perhaps the most distinctive characteristic of Kodachrome was the vivid rendering of reds. Just like early Technicolor in the movies.



San Diego. Leicaflex SL, 50mm Summicron-R.


Central CA. Leicaflex SL, 50mm Summicron-R.


DTLA. Leicaflex SL, 50mm Summicron-R.


Long Beach. Leicaflex SL, 50mm Summicron-R.


Central CA. Leicaflex SL, 50mm Summicron-R.


St. George, UT. Leicaflex SL, 50mm Summicron-R.


Chicago. Leicaflex SL, 50mm Summicron-R.


Santa Barbara. Leicaflex SL, 90mm Summicron-R. A beautifully balanced body/lens combination.


SoHo, NYC. Pentax ME Super, 28mm Super Takumar.

All scanned using the Nikon D800.

Bermuda

Photographs

Gorgeous.

Bermuda is a feast for the eyes and it’s probably impossible to take a bad photograph there. It’s even harder to take a good one, given the abundance of color and subject matter.

These are from a trip in August, 1999 and clearly affluence had reared its more than welcome head as my 35mm Summaron and 90mm Elmar had been upgraded and a 20mm Russkie lens added, but the Leica M3 remained. For once I switched from Kodachrome 64 to Ektachrome 64 and the slides have held up well, not fading one bit.





Lunch al fresco





The ziggurat pattern directs rain water to underground storage tanks



The ultrawide 20mm Russkie Orion lens was ideal for this sort of surrealist image



Siesta time


The island is solid rock so graves are above ground







Leica M3, 20mm Orion, 35mm Asph Summicron, 50mm Summicron, 90mm Asph Summicron, Kodak Ektachrome 64, ‘scanned’ with the Nikon D800.

The vintage Black & Decker electric can opener

Cooking

They don’t make ’em like they used to.

I wrote about an excellent and inexpensive manual can opener here. That design works well but increasing pain from stressed wrists suggested I look for a powered alternative.

I owned one of these years ago, but while functional it is quite specially ugly:



The current model

As the image discloses it is also ridiculously overpriced.

So I hunted around and found a beautiful, curvaceous vintage B&D design on eBay.



The vintage EC85 model

I had to craft four 2” stand-off metal ferrules to drop the opener sufficiently below the deep valance at the front of the cupboard base, to permit proper access to controls. Quality workshop time. These ferrules are invisible. The provided retaining screws are very long to permit proper height positioning, and the threads engage immediately. A well thought out design.



The invisible ferrules

Note how the cutter assembly ugliness is largely invisible – compare with the current model. B&D originally provided up to 5 sets of stand-offs (‘spiders’), but my opener came with only one (just visible in the first image) – hence the ferrules, which are actually more robust than the original design. The spider doubles as an alignment aide for the four 1/4″ through holes which are required for the pass-through retaining screws. The major complaint with these is yellowing of the plastic body and I lucked out with a decent looking one.

So if you can find one which is not yellowed and includes the spiders (make sure the screw washers are included), your outlay will not exceed $50 and you will not shudder every time you look at it. Of course, it’s only 40 years old, so it works perfectly. A bottle opener (lower left) and knife sharpener (right) are included. And yes, a magnet grabs and holds the cut off lid.

Enjoy – and no more wrist pain. And I would avoid free standing designs – there are better uses for your kitchen counter space and ‘free standing’ is a flawed design concept when you are struggling with that extra large can.

Pictures from my Window

Photographs

Thank you, Ruth.

In 1978 Central Park Werst resident Ruth Orkin published a book of pictures titled A World Through my WIndow which depicted her small slice of the world. Taken from her window overlooking Central Park she captured a host of pictures of New York, New Yorkers and the changing Manhattan seasons.

My rather more humble abode at 310 West 56th Street west of 8th Avenue, a few blocks south, offered less glamorous vistas, but no less interesting. 14 floors up and three blocks west of 6th Avenue (“Avenue of the Americas” to tourists) it was high enough and set back enough to offer interesting possibilities.

As losing my Leica M3 to a chain snatcher would have killed me – these were among the worst years for personal safety on the streets of Manhattan – I bought an inexpensive Pentax ME Super with 20mm, 40mm pancake, 135mm and 200mm Super Takumar lenses. Loss of any of these to theft would be inconvenient but not heartbreaking. While the quality of the body was ‘iffy’ at best, the camera was small, unobtrusive and the lenses were fine. The minuscule 40mm ‘pancake’ was especially sweet.


Wooden water tanks abound on older buildings


Night vision


Water tank with pigeons


My local restaurant on 8th Avenue, when my bank balance approached zero. The southern Italian restaurant just behind, Patsy’s was (is?) a favorite Mafioso dining place.


The MoNY (Mutual of New York) building was on my west side on 7th Avenue. The spire announces rain/snow/fog and so on, and the temperature and humidity were alternatively displayed below.


MoNY on a frigid evening, a storm approaching


Detroit steel


Old and new


6th Avenue skyscrapers. No architect was involved in the design of these horrors.


Carnegie Hall on 7th Avenue


Sunset


Birds


Tanning, with pup

Taken in 1980-86, Pentax ME Super, 40mm, 135mm and 200mm Super Takumar lenses, Kodachrome, ‘scanned’ with a Nikon D800.

Ripley

Movies

An orgy of monochrome cinematography.

“There’s no there when you get there”, Gertrude Klein once said of Oakland and when you look into Andrew Scott’s eyes in the new Netflix production of Patricia Highsmith’s eponymous character you have the same reaction. A cold blooded killer singularly interested in material possessions and La Dolce Vita, Tom Ripley has been filmed many times.

There’s the wonderful 1960 version directed by René Clément starring the physically beautiful Alain Delon, in French, named “Purple Moon”. A feast for the eyes.

Then there’s the 1999 Anthony Minghella version “The Talented Mr. Ripley” known to most viewers, with splendid performances from Jude Law and Gwyneth Paltrow, with a thoroughly wooden Ripley by – who else? – Matt Damon. The movie is watchable enough, but a repeat viewing is reminiscent of perusing last year’s tourist brochures for the Riviera. All gloss, no substance with a sadly underused Cate Blanchett.

Then John Malkovich delivered a terse comedic version in Liliana Cavani’s enjoyable 2002 sequel named “Ripley’s Game” where a mature Ripley, now ensconced in worldly luxuries, retains and practices his killer instincts to preserve his luxurious lifestyle funded by theft and mayhem. There’s a fine performance by Dougray Scott as a weak willed frame maker and Ripley tool with the always lovely Lena Headey as the questioning wife. This is actually a remake of a Wim Wenders 1977 movie named The American Friend with Dennis Hopper and Bruno Ganz, with Wenders exchanging violence for the humor in Cavani’s version. Dark and foreboding.

Now, from the usually low brow production studios of Netflix who mostly seem intent in pouring money into a string of disasters, (check that cure for insomnia “The Irishman” with its truly frightful ‘de-ageing’ technology), comes a new interpretation in eight 45 minute episodes, and it’s highly recommended for aficionados of black and white cinematography. I’m watching it in high definition streaming 4K (if that’s not a contradiction in terms where data compression is the order of the day) and the cinematography of Robert Elswit proves why there’s an Oscar on his mantelpiece.

Here are some stills from the climactic Episode 3 where Ripley whacks the poorly acted Johnny Flynn as Dickie Greenleaf:











These monochrome images are reminiscent of the canvases of René Magritte and the photographs of Ralph Gibson and they are arresting. On several occasions I found I had to pause the movie to luxuriate in its monochrome splendor.

So, Andrew Scott as Ripley apart, you do not come here for the acting which is mediocre to awful (Eliot Sumner in particular should audition for fry cook when his/her/its acting career mercifully ends, which should be any day now), with Dakota Fanning an honorable exception as the Ripley-hating Marge. No. You come here for the cinematography which is very special indeed. Suffice it to say that this is HBO quality from a competing studio not known for its high standards in movie production.