I have three beautiful film cameras sitting above my desk. A Pentax, a Minolta and a Chinon. When I originally got these I had not the faintest idea how to use them, but I used them anyway, constantly. Nothing I captured turned out very good but there is something beautifully mundane about film. The Minolta, the favoured of the three got used the most; it was also the most damaged. A slight crack in the back caused light to stream in and ruin a fair amount of shots. The man at the camera shop said I should just duct tape up the back and it would work like a charm, but for some reason I never got around to it.
But it’s nearly September and I’ve got a good feeling about September. September is a month for evening classes, for scooter adventures, ballroom lessons, hot yoga and new coffee shops. This September is going to host three reels of film one from each forgotten camera. September is going to be a good month.
I stumbled upon a handful of old film photos. They must have been the first I ever took, you can see that light leak throughout them all, I really should find that duct tape!