I’m not making this up. This is the dead truth. Sandy Kim doesn’t know why she does makes the photographs she does. Sandy doesn’t know why collects the things she collects or creates anything for that matter. She can’t tell me. She has no reason behind her art, she just does it.
Most photographers , or living with their subjects behind a camera in order to find the truth in a story. Sandy just is the camera. Sandy is the story. And I agree, it isn’t fair. ‘Lately I’ve been getting mad people to get me to take photos of them.’ As of late, Sandy has been spending a lot of time with San Francisco’s dreamy psychedelic rockers Girls. Her blog, even hints at a cult like photoshoot, where misty camp of hippies all dressed in white beckons you to join them.
It’s 2pm Saturday, and after 3 days of getting drunk and wandering around San Francisco I’ve manged to meet up with Sandy. She was fresh back from SXSW from shooting with the San Francisco band Girls. She was tired, not from the trip so much, but she had taken Peyote for the first time the previous evening and hallucinating while watching King Kahn and the Shrines. Apparently she hadn’t slept much either.
I walk from the Castro to the Mission District. Sandy rolled up on a skateboard. Amazing. Stays out all night and is and smashing around the city on a skateboard. She had with her a Walgreens sack of digital prints. ‘I just picked these up!’ she said. ‘I got some back earlier this morning but I was really bummed out on em. I got like 17 rolls back, and all the ones that I thought were gonna be epic came back like shit! But just because I was getting wasted all the time!’ She exclaimed. ‘Most of the time when I get drunk, I take really good photos’
17 rolls. Of film. I asked her again how many rolls shes shot so I could do the math in my head to figure out how much she spent. Sandy give me a look. ‘We’ll, here’s the thing..’
Turns out that Sandy, like pimp, had stolen a majority of the film for tour. ‘I ran out and just found some at a Walgreens and borrowed it’ Using tumble down film and pretty much whatever camera she can get her hands on, Sandy always comes through.
Her stories are about chance, sexuality, an all night bender, smoking weed, making out with your friends. Anything is possible if you let your hair down a little. It’s crazy how she can make you wish you were there for every moment. A life you wish you were living. Her blog on ‘Love Bryan (photographer Bryan Derballa’s collective of budding photojournalists) is always constantly filled with her evidence of adventures. It’s easy to life vicariously through her blog. It can make you feel like you actually have a life.
I‘m not sure of the word I am really looking for. Refreshing maybe? Meeting a girl that will steal her film to shoot an assigment is exciting. Like jumping a train. Throwing rocks at windows late at night. Sneaking a 1/5th of cheap whiskey into a bar. Something along those lines.
Sandy Kim doesn’t know what the she is doing
I’m not making this up. This is the dead truth. Sandy Kim doesn’t know why she does makes the photographs she does. Sandy doesn’t know why collects the things she collects or creates anything for that matter. She can’t tell me. She has no reason behind her art, she just does it.
Most photographers , or living with their subjects behind a camera in order to find the truth in a story. Sandy just is the camera. Sandy is the story. And I agree, it isn’t fair. ‘Lately I’ve been getting mad people to get me to take photos of them.’ As of late, Sandy has been spending a lot of time with San Francisco’s dreamy psychedelic rockers Girls. Her blog, even hints at a cult like photoshoot, where misty camp of hippies all dressed in white beckons you to join them.
It’s 2pm Saturday, and after 3 days of getting drunk and wandering around San Francisco I’ve manged to meet up with Sandy. She was fresh back from SXSW from shooting with the San Francisco band Girls. She was tired, not from the trip so much, but she had taken Peyote for the first time the previous evening and hallucinating while watching King Kahn and the Shrines. Apparently she hadn’t slept much either.
I walk from the Castro to the Mission District. Sandy rolled up on a skateboard. Amazing. Stays out all night and is and smashing around the city on a skateboard. She had with her a Walgreens sack of digital prints. ‘I just picked these up!’ she said. ‘I got some back earlier this morning but I was really bummed out on em. I got like 17 rolls back, and all the ones that I thought were gonna be epic came back like shit! But just because I was getting wasted all the time!’ She exclaimed. ‘Most of the time when I get drunk, I take really good photos’
17 rolls. Of film. I asked her again how many rolls shes shot so I could do the math in my head to figure out how much she spent. Sandy give me a look. ‘We’ll, here’s the thing..’
Turns out that Sandy, like pimp, had stolen a majority of the film for tour. ‘I ran out and just found some at a Walgreens and borrowed it’ Using tumble down film and pretty much whatever camera she can get her hands on, Sandy always comes through.
Her stories are about chance, sexuality, an all night bender, smoking weed, making out with your friends. Anything is possible if you let your hair down a little. It’s crazy how she can make you wish you were there for every moment. A life you wish you were living. Her blog on ‘Love Bryan (photographer Bryan Derballa’s collective of budding photojournalists) is always constantly filled with her evidence of adventures. It’s easy to life vicariously through her blog. It can make you feel like you actually have a life.
I‘m not sure of the word I am really looking for. Refreshing maybe? Meeting a girl that will steal her film to shoot an assigment is exciting. Like jumping a train. Throwing rocks at windows late at night. Sneaking a 1/5th of cheap whiskey into a bar. Something along those lines.