My guess is that it was the night before the class, and I had to fill out the roll of film with something — anything! What’s interesting is that it seems to show my state of mind at the time. I was a dyed-in-the-wool horror fanatic at the time so I had a subscription to Fangoria magazine which was touting the non-slasher, Invasion of the Body Snatchers knockoff Halloween III. The small change spread out along the table was all I had to live off of that week. Fortunately I had a coupon from Roy Rogers which meant fine dining at their establishment at 15th and Chestnut when I was feeling peckish between classes. There’s some color pencils with a bitchin’ Thrush logo sticker, a lead pointer, keys, some doodles, French curves and a Philadelphia College of Art I.D. card all set upon a drafting table my Dad built for me while I was in Junior High School (I still have it and use it. Thanks, Dad!) It’s a completely pretentious arrangement, but now I find it an interesting picture of the time.
The Photo Elective
Back in the 1980s, I went to art school, and I along with all of the other illustration majors were required to take a minor course in photography. We had to shoot the photos as well as process the negatives and make prints. I don’t recall what the particulars of the class assignments were although I can tell from looking at the negatives which were the assignments and which ones were shot just to finish off a roll. The shots to finish a roll are a lot more interesting. While my fellow students mostly resided and shot their photographs in the vibrant metropolis of Philadelphia, I lived and did most of my shooting in and around the staid and solid small town of Westville, New Jersey.