Exposure № 106: Ruffles


Zhenya and Tanya Posternak bring us this fantastic photo for this Friday.

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Zhenya and Tanya Posternak are twin-sisters born and raised in Soviet Land. They are two relatives who are hard to tell apart and who are in constant search of visual and verbal extravaganzas, random beauty, and helping to inspiring people. Since graduation from the National Academy of Culture and Arts, they have gained experience working for a production house, and in fashion and media. They have always shared both a last name and a witty nature and eye for film photography. See more at http://posternaks.berta.me/.

Their other contributions to Snake-Oil Cure are here.

Exposure № 090: Moody Trees

Tom Horemans brings us these haunting tree portraits. He primarily uses peel-apart instant film and a Polaroid 600SE camera to capture these moody images. We love the visible texture and the tangibility of this type of photography. 


This post is part of a series on trees. Submit your tree features to snakeoilcure[at]gmail[dot]com.

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Tom Horemans (b. Belgium 1976) is a literature scholar turned civil servant turned amateur photographer. He experiments with a lot of equipment and techniques, but lately works mostly with peel-apart instant film (polaroid or fuji). The camera I use for this is the Polaroid 600SE with the standard 127mm lens or with a selfmade bodycap pinhole. His submissions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.

Exposure № 063: Buenos Aires I


Photographer Patrick Joust shares this series of street photos from Buenos Aires. He shoots at night, using Tungsten-balanced film. We love the atmosphere created by the darkness and brilliance of the colors in these images. Look for more work by Patrick Joust in the coming weeks!

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Patrick Joust is a 34 year old photographer living in Baltimore, Maryland. The people and places of Baltimore have played a central part in his work, influencing how and where he points his camera both within and outside the city limits.  He finds “analog” photography especially interesting because of its tangible nature and aesthetic, particularly the detail and clarity that can be achieved with medium format film.

Scotty Milder wouldn’t mind eating your brains

cotty Milder
loves zombies.
He loves blood and guts and chainsaws and rabid dogs and U.F.O.s. He loves cigarettes and movies and freaking people out. He loves Stephen King books and ghosts and being just a little bit different.

He hates fruit. He’s terrified of fruit. Mainly citrus – it makes him terribly uncomfortable.

I arrive for lunch late and look for Milder for a split second. At 6’4”, 250 lbs, he couldn’t get lost in a crowd if he tried. We order lunch and pay. His soft brown eyes suggest that he’s a gentle giant. His wallet says he is a “Bad Mother F*cker”. He lights a cigarette.

Milder is a 28-year-old graduate filmmaker studying at Boston University. Upon reading this description, one might envision a pretentious boy with nerdy dreams of becoming the next Lucas or the next Aronofsky.

“I just want to do horror,” said Milder. “Ever since I can remember I’ve loved horror. As a kid I used to go to the library to read and reread everything I could find on vampires and ghosts and the mythology of werewolves. I never thought it was weird until my high school teachers started requesting parent-teacher conferences. It took me a long time to realize that I could do something valuable with this knowledge. I could actually make a career out of it by becoming a screenwriter and a director.”

Milder has been writing since he was a child. “My work has been compared to Stephen King,” said Milder modestly. “I’m a small town guy with a small town mentality. I could write novels about the bizarre shit that happened to me growing up.”

Having been raised in the hidden military city of Los Alamos, New Mexico, Milder is no stranger to oddities with which he uses to fuel his writing. His town houses the laboratory where the first and second atomic bombs were created and he lives not far from where they were detonated. He was struck by lightning when he was 10-years-old. He was raised in a house he believes was haunted – that is of course until said house burned down in a draught fire in 2002. His family and he barely escaped in time.

He has written journalistic pieces for local papers about extraterrestrial cow mutilations in Colorado. If you ask him what his parents do for a living, he can’t answer because he doesn’t know.  Their jobs at the laboratory are highly classified.

He used to have a mullet.

“Scotty, have you ever experienced just one normal day,” I ask.  He laughs and lights another cigarette. I guess not.

“I just want to carve a niche of intelligent horror movies,” said Milder. “I’m a big fan of Cujo, The Stand, Night of the Living Dead and Lost. My stuff is too quirky to be mainstream and it’s not weird enough to be independent.” His last film, Something Red, highlighted the friendship between a zombie and a little girl. It was well received at several New Mexico film festivals. Since that time, he has gone on to write hundreds of scripts and has directed dozens of movies, each one more bizarre and outlandish and creepy than the last.

As we finish lunch I watch him walk away, lighting a cigarette as he goes. The world is full of future James Camerons and Stephen Spielbergs. What the world is lacking is more Scotty Milders.