okay i love Instagram famous Jack Zimmermann as much as the next person but like,
can we talk about the possibility of Jack Zimmermann getting into film photography?
and just like?
falling in love with the whole process?
like, he already loves taking pictures digitally and film is a huge adjustment, but he makes that adjustment surprisingly quickly and like
now he also gets to roll the film
(which like- he does pretty much constantly .. like.. he gets a film changing bag and then just like.. netflix marathon? he’ll roll film. can’t sleep? he’ll roll film. just talking to somebody? he’ll roll film, because it keeps his hands busy but still lets him focus on whatever else is going on and it’s just great tbh)
and then once the film is rolled he gets to develop it and just like??
the process is so calming?? like it’s always the same, and he’s never been super into science but these chemicals make sense to him because they all have a purpose and, yeah
once the film is developed, he’ll just spend hours in the dark room,
fiddling with prints to get the exposure right and to make sure everything is perfect and he just??
like he likes being in the dark room because it gives him a place to collect his thoughts while actually doing something productive that he enjoys and like
it’s definitely different than being on the ice,
but it’s nice and it’s calming and it turns out to be one of his favourite pastimes??
(and like, whenever he spends a lot of time in the darkroom, bitty tends to bake, and then afterwards they eat pie and look at jack’s prints and it’s just?? really nice??)
There are three non-art students that Lardo lets into her studio.
She never really invited Shitty. He just showed up one day, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, said he was curious what she did when she wasn’t managing a team full of hooligans. Lardo let him in. She figured he wouldn’t stick around, or if he did, she could kick him out for trying to make suggestions, or for disrupting her carefully orchestrated mess. It’s still surprising to her how quickly she got used to him being there. He talked a lot, of course. It’s Shitty. But it was more questions than rambles. It was him asking about her work and her techniques and about what she enjoyed about art. It should have been annoying, someone cluttering up her space and talking while she was working. Some days she did have to issue a gag order or threaten to kick him out if he didn’t shut up. But nothing beat her creative block like talking with Shitty about her projects. And she could always count on him to be with her at 3 AM the morning of a gallery showing, carefully applying glitter and sequins.
Jack she did invite. A lot of the other guys on the team had places to go to get away from hockey, outside friends from classes and student orgs. But as her frog year went along, she realized that Jack didn’t. He spent his time in the Haus and in class and with the team. She was in his room one day when she uncovered his camera, and they had a conversation about photography that led to talking about art mediums and about defining art. Jack didn’t have a whole lot to contribute when they got more philosophical, but it put the idea in Lardo’s head to tell him to swing by her studio. Whenever he was there, he worked quietly on his stuff while she worked on hers, and sometimes they talked, and sometimes he watched, but mostly they just enjoyed the quiet. Lardo would introduce him to some of her friends that swung by, and most of them got a kick out of Jack Zimmermann sitting in her tiny studio. But Lardo liked it. And when she seriously suggested that he try out some art classes, maybe a photography class or two, he said he’d give it a shot.
Nursey came to Lardo’s studio the first time to bring her coffee on an all-night bender mid-way through second semester junior year. She was sitting on the floor with printouts haphazardly spread out in front of her. She was trying to work on her thesis proposal, but she mostly wanted to bang her head against the wall. Nursey, who was always a little too nosy for his own good, glanced at her papers as Lardo venmo-ed him, and the grimace on his face made Lardo defensive. “Dude, why aren’t you using headings?” Nursey asked. “It’ll make it easier to organize and easier to read.” What started as a coffee run became a three-hour editing session, which became 30 more coffee runs and a crash course in citation methods and, ultimately, a completed thesis.
Lardo let three non-art students into her studio, but Bitty never came to see her there. Lardo knew that he had his own focusing place. He worked in the kitchen, and when she needed him, she went to find him there.
Words can not describe how much I love him, how much I need him - how important he is for me.
He is my anchor, my little light in the night.
He dries my tears, helps me to smile and go on.
Some people say he is a dog but for me he is much more.
He knows me more better than the most people around me.