Nirvana Colour Redux

May 18, 2011

Few will dispute that the effects Kurt Cobain and Nirvana left upon the world were far reaching.  Considered among the greatest bands of all time, Nirvana’s inimitable sound, of course, left an impression upon the music world, spawning countless bands to this day who attempt to emulate the raw, grunge honesty of Kobain’s music.

Likewise, Cobain’s long, often greasy, untamed hair, along with his ripped jeans and weathered boots paired with a shapeless layered flannel-upon-tshirt personal style sparked an entire fashion movement that defined the 90’s and is currently on trend in countless stores from Target to Marc Jacobs.

… But what if Kurt Cobain tried colour film printing?  Would his Midas touch grace the Fuji Crystal Colour paper as it spat out of the machine?  Or would the process of colour correcting have driven him to commit hairy carry even sooner than he met his actual untimely end?

Colour darkroom with a little hard love and hard rock treatment. Yes, this is where you get locked in complete darkness.

The world may never know.

The best I can surmise is this: below, find my interpretation of what might have come of Kurt Cobain attempting to colour film print.  Video to follow.  Watch this space.

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Light Safe Box (to the tune of Nirvana’s “Heart Shaped Box”)

I am eye-ing colour shifts until I am weak.

I’ve been locked inside this light safe box all week.

The print is drawn into the magnet start slip flap

I wish that I could keep cyan from seeping into the blacks…

Wait.  Wait.  And now I sit and wait…

Forever attempting to get the whites white.

Hey!  Wait!  I think I’ve got this made!

Nope… now I never expect to get this thing right…

Great.  Hate.  I see a new constraint.

Another finicky shift in has changed it by miles.

By miles.

Tweak the dials lock the door let no one in yet

Cut my test strips in the dark like a gift wrapped mess.

Expose emulsion twelve seconds leave me in black

Inhale chemicals as I wander through the hallway and back.

Wait.  Wait.  And now I sit and wait…

Forever attempting to get the whites white.

Hey!  Wait!  I think I’ve got this made!

Nope… now I never expect to get this thing right…

Shame.  Pain.  I’m gonna lose my brain

Forever oppressed by an image’s wiles.

Its wiles.


I am eye-ing colour shifts until I am weak.

I’ve been locked inside this light safe box all week.

The print is drawn into the magnet start slip flap

I wish that I could keep cyan from seeping into the blacks…

Nouveau grunge bohemian, 2011. Photo and styling by Libby Gowen

An invitation, a wink

May 17, 2011

Welcome to Just One Whisper, the online editorial column where style, art and humour meet, shake hands and, quite frankly, look in disdain and judgment upon whomever can not meet their standards.

Dress by Vera Wang, 2000. Yet another celebutante frozen in time, eternally youthful. Well, or upon realizing her wine glass was filled with daisies instead of Martini&Rossi Vermouth was simply too much for her soul to stand living for.

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