Do you miss the days of actually holding photos in your hands instead of scrolling through them on a 1.5″x1″ screen? I do. In highschool my senior year I ended up being the graphic design editor for the yearbook. But I stumbled into loving photography my sophomore year when I was taken into the dark room and shown how to develope film and print photos. There’s a great mystery to being in the pitch black and feeling for bottles of liquid, canisters, paper, counting the seconds, dipping sheets into pans of magic water…..and viola, you have a photo to hang dry. I remember dropping my backpack and shutting myself in the darkroom for an hour of silence, just going through rows of negatives….looking for moments.
So to the point, I’ve bought myself a new toy. A Diana F+, these little plastic beauties started as toys produced in Hong Kong in the 60′s. They didn’t really become popular until they showed up in thrift stores and grew somewhat of a cult following. They use 120mm film, which is hard to find but produces these amazing gritty photos. The kind you think of when you imagine coffee houses or Paris streets. The cameras are notorious for their light leeks and unpredictability but that’s what makes it fun. So if you see me staring off into space, wandering around….this is what I’m doing.
A great photograph is a full expression of what one feels about what is being photographed in the deepest sense, and is, thereby, a true expression of what one feels about life in its entirety. ~Ansel Adams