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The Drive-In movie theater — where America’s love of cars and cinema came together — is a fading institution, dating back to the 1930s. I photographed this entire series in the span of a single week, while on a short vacation in Florida. I stumbled upon a sprawling Drive-In megaplex that doubled as a flea market by day and transformed at night into a surreal arena of simultaneous projections. It felt like a wonderfully strange American moment — especially for a New Yorker and an immigrant — to find myself in this place. I accepted the limitations of shooting with film. Setting up a tripod at a Drive-In wasn’t easy. I was quickly approached by a security guard who suspected I was filming bootlegs of the movies. Luckily, he recognized the Rollei — his father had used one to take family photos. He let me stay, asking only that I be discreet. Back north, in the New York area, guards were far less forgiving. A few months later, I tried to replicate the experience at a Drive-In near NYC. This time, a friend and I were chased out. There was no interest in hearing about long exposures or improvisational collages of projected time. We had to leave — quickly. Photographer Robert Adams once wrote about the obstacles artists face: overzealous guards, police, and others who simply don’t understand the creative impulse, or the unusual places it leads. Working with long exposures on film, especially at night, meant embracing chance. I had no control over what was being projected, which led to unexpected, abstract compositions. In Drive-In 1, for example, a symbolic and spectral female figure appears. Paired with the number “1” marking the screen, the image already suggests a layered narrative. These photographs — or more precisely, these recordings of time — often feel haunted, as if the figures and forms emerged from a shared subconscious. The long exposures created effects similar to multiple exposures, but with more complexity: the continuous projection added motion, producing ghostly superimpositions where faces emerge and dissolve into clouds of light. Against the real Florida winter sky, this cloud-like flicker created a strange visual continuum — sky blending into screen, light into vapor. The cars, mostly lost in shadow, gave the impression of silver screens adrift in a dark metallic sea.
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The Drive-In movie theater — where America’s love of cars and cinema came together — is a fading institution, dating back to the 1930s. I photographed this entire series in the span of a single week, while on a short vacation in Florida. I stumbled upon a sprawling Drive-In megaplex that doubled as a flea market by day and transformed at night into a surreal arena of simultaneous projections. It felt like a wonderfully strange American moment — especially for a New Yorker and an immigrant — to find myself in this place. I accepted the limitations of shooting with film. Setting up a tripod at a Drive-In wasn’t easy. I was quickly approached by a security guard who suspected I was filming bootlegs of the movies. Luckily, he recognized the Rollei — his father had used one to take family photos. He let me stay, asking only that I be discreet. Back north, in the New York area, guards were far less forgiving. A few months later, I tried to replicate the experience at a Drive-In near NYC. This time, a friend and I were chased out. There was no interest in hearing about long exposures or improvisational collages of projected time. We had to leave — quickly. Photographer Robert Adams once wrote about the obstacles artists face: overzealous guards, police, and others who simply don’t understand the creative impulse, or the unusual places it leads. Working with long exposures on film, especially at night, meant embracing chance. I had no control over what was being projected, which led to unexpected, abstract compositions. In Drive-In 1, for example, a symbolic and spectral female figure appears. Paired with the number “1” marking the screen, the image already suggests a layered narrative. These photographs — or more precisely, these recordings of time — often feel haunted, as if the figures and forms emerged from a shared subconscious. The long exposures created effects similar to multiple exposures, but with more complexity: the continuous projection added motion, producing ghostly superimpositions where faces emerge and dissolve into clouds of light. Against the real Florida winter sky, this cloud-like flicker created a strange visual continuum — sky blending into screen, light into vapor. The cars, mostly lost in shadow, gave the impression of silver screens adrift in a dark metallic sea.
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