Beer, cigarettes, and Tri-X 400.

A Sunday afternoon in a new town. No friends, no internet, no money - what's a girl to do?

I found an old roll of film in some luggage, did a little dance, and then ran off into the desert for the day.

Life is short, when you're film.

I took these with my boyfriend's Canon one night while he was sleeping. (Shhh! Don't tell him!)

The film was in our fridge for 6 years. At least. That's one thing digital will never do as gracefully: expire.