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Years ago I had some friends who worked in a local photo shop, and once I stopped by and they showed me around. This was in the days when 99% of the population
by ilamont 5y ago
Years ago I had some friends who worked in a local photo shop, and once I stopped by and they showed me around. This was in the days when 99% of the population developed film and made prints by dropping off the little canisters at such shops with an order form. It usually took a few days to get them back.
Everyone made assumptions that the process for developing photos was anonymous and private - you dropped off a canister, and picked up photos and negatives in a clean, sealed envelope a few days later.
How wrong we were.
The process was semi-automated using these gargantuan machines in a back room, but the staff usually looked at each frame as went through the process. They made extra copies of spicy ones which went straight into a special binder kept on a nearby shelf. This shop had two or three of these binders.
Some years later I was in another country and photographed violent demonstrations right outside the hostel where I was staying. When I went to pick up the photos, the staff made it clear that they had seen the images. They were supportive (they wanted to get the word out internationally) but what if copies had been sent to the local intelligence services instead?
Nowadays the tech is different, but when there are no barriers to viewing private information, we see similar types of behavior.
- cptskippy 5y agoI believe there child endangerment and copyright laws in place in the US that permit lab technicians to review film and turn over images to law enforcement or deny services for copyrighted material. Keeping a spank bank isn't permitted but you should never assume your film will be private if it's being processed by a lab.
- tpmx 5y agoOne Hour Photo (2002), starring Robin Williams. (I might rewatch it, it's been a while.)
- ilamont 5y agoI didn't see the movie, but I recall the ads. The experiences I described were >10 years prior to 2002, so there was zero references for me to understand what was going on until my friends pulled back the curtain. And it was an utter shock. Not only the fact that the photo shop employees had a window into our private lives and were saving copies for future reference, but what other people's private lives were like. "Spicy" ran the gamut from wife nudes to borderline Blue Velvet. It was one of those 10-minute experiences that totally shifts one's understanding of the world.