rhl-oregon
Cameras Guitars Wonders
This has been fascinating to read, but perhaps because I woke up far too early, and drank my coffee in order to do my guitar work, and am now coming late to the symposium— where happily it appears that no one has drunk koolaid (no new film cameras!) or hemlock (film cameras new nevermore!)
I’m among the older ones here, and even a good night’s rest resets only my mental or emotional age, so the game of imagining a new film camera runs up against obstacles similar to those my mind/body feel their way through daily. Ultimately it’s better to reset the interior camera obscura and adjust it to the technology you take into hand, or as Paul Klee put it (more or less) ‘you must adjust yourself to the contents of your paintbox.’
Earlier this year I horse-traded a pile of film-things, some lovely and desirable, for an M10 Monochrom. If at this point in my life it gives me several years of the images I want and can get from it, then it is the best thing I can have on a wrist strap while my arm and hand and eye still communicate well with one another.
Maybe, though, if the Impossible Neo-Retro dream does get brought to mechanical life in the coming decade, and I could have IT by liquidating the Rolleiflex, the MF Fujis, the Klasse S and Hexar RF and my other digitals (possibly by then weirdly collectible themselves), and enough of us are here to enjoy complaining about it, I might even throw more cash at it.
This of course has more to do with how I might change in my 70s and 80s than whether Leica restores the M3 (Nikon the F, somebody the Contax G with better VF, etc.) or whether some kid genius with 3D printing happily surprises us.
In the meantime, neither koolaid nor hemlock for me. (My Klasse S is in the bag with the M10M, too.)
I’m among the older ones here, and even a good night’s rest resets only my mental or emotional age, so the game of imagining a new film camera runs up against obstacles similar to those my mind/body feel their way through daily. Ultimately it’s better to reset the interior camera obscura and adjust it to the technology you take into hand, or as Paul Klee put it (more or less) ‘you must adjust yourself to the contents of your paintbox.’
Earlier this year I horse-traded a pile of film-things, some lovely and desirable, for an M10 Monochrom. If at this point in my life it gives me several years of the images I want and can get from it, then it is the best thing I can have on a wrist strap while my arm and hand and eye still communicate well with one another.
Maybe, though, if the Impossible Neo-Retro dream does get brought to mechanical life in the coming decade, and I could have IT by liquidating the Rolleiflex, the MF Fujis, the Klasse S and Hexar RF and my other digitals (possibly by then weirdly collectible themselves), and enough of us are here to enjoy complaining about it, I might even throw more cash at it.
This of course has more to do with how I might change in my 70s and 80s than whether Leica restores the M3 (Nikon the F, somebody the Contax G with better VF, etc.) or whether some kid genius with 3D printing happily surprises us.
In the meantime, neither koolaid nor hemlock for me. (My Klasse S is in the bag with the M10M, too.)
