I love film cameras. I have… like… 20 of them. One of my all time faves has to be the Pentax K1000. For £45 I got the body and four lenses. Now that’s a gorram bargain.
Now, let me disclaimer this by saying that Max Spielmann have the world’s shittiest scanner. All the digital prints came back noisy as hell. However, the original prints are so heavenly I hear a choir of virgins harmonising every time I take a look at them.
I love film cameras. More specifically, I love the manual focus, built-like-tanks type. The K1000 is officially me proof.
So, this bastard is like… thirty five years old. Minimum. It could be forty five, but there’s just no way to tell. I can’t imagine the ridicule my Pro SLR (Sony a77) will get in thirty five years: 24 megapixels? You cretin! 5000k megapixels is the future! We want our prints to be as big as the MOON. Nothing else is worth having!
But a decent 35mm camera is timeless.
And cheap – did I mention cheap? My latest “modern” lens set me back 600 bloody quid and it’s riddled with purple fringing and it hunts like a bastard in anything worse than a mild shade. The 120mm f1.9 prime portrait lens for the K1000? SIX POUNDS.
Let me repeat that: SIX POUNDS for twenty year old pristine glass, heavy metal build quality and an aperture to die for. My 600-quid-money-pit-lens? Plastic, rickety, and makes me feel a bit sick in my mouth.
That’s erm *scratches head* 600/6… ONE HUNDRED TIMES THE PRICE!
I always have a film camera with me, whether it’s my Pentax K1000, my Olympus OM30, or my Instant 300 Polaroid. But lord please don’t call me a hipster. I’m just a nerd with an appreciation for days gone by. And above all else, I’m a sucker for a gorram bargain. I’ve got so many old lenses I use two as perches in my reptile tanks.
Look at that. A light leak. A legit, not tacked-on-in-post-production light leak. There’s just something lovely about that, isn’t there? Something that couldn’t ever be shot again. Up yours, Instagram. Up yours.