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oh my buddies, I have Lomo Dianas, that’s how sad *I* am. <3
I was mildly into both low-fi and high-tech photography for a hot minute but then I worked at this photo lab for long enough (… seven years? more?) and now I’m like WE HAVE DIGITAL CAMERAS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS ARGH. Which is too bad! I mostly handle our antique cameras, photographing them for sale either on Etsy or eBay, and so I could probably buy any cutesy little box camera I wanted for dead cheap. (I took every one of these pictures and wrote all these listings. This isn’t me shilling, though, if you buy those I have to find them in the hellhole that is our back room, ugh, don’t, LOL.) I have two cute vest-pocket folders, one a Kodak Autograph of some sort that takes, I dunno, 116 film or something hopelessly unavailable, and the other is a nice prewar Bessa or Voigtlander or something that takes 120, and I’ve shot like. Two rolls of film ever with it. (Both at a WWII re-enactment, as it happens!) Because it’s a pain in the ass and I also own a $1200 DSLR rig and a dozen excellent lenses. (Including a GINORMOUS long telephoto I’ve literally used one time, to take a lackluster photo of a turkey vulture right as it peaced out.)
So like. Mostly I take pictures with my phone. As one does. I respect The Process but mostly it’s a giant pain in my tit and the mystique is gone. (SERIOUSLY. Like once upon a time in photo class unspooling the film out of the developer tank and hanging it up to dry was SO EXCITING and you’d look and see that you’d taken PICTURES and oh the REVELATION and yeah I don’t feel like that anymore ugh fuck this shit.)
Also my hands smell like C41 developer and I can’t wash it out, after the day I had today, and if I never smell film chemistry again it’ll be too soon. :(
I mean. Not to be a Grinch. Some of that is bog-standard anhedonia, I used to rush home from every trip and throw my memory card into the computer and gaze in joy at the photos I’d taken, and this time I’ve been home 2 weeks and haven’t even looked at the pictures yet. Surely I took some good ones but I don’t… care, and that’s the problem. I should go do that.
This is me kicking myself in the pants to go get my camera memory card out. DO it, self. DO it. There are photos of baby pigs on there probably. Come on you had to fling the camera into the chore truck to chase the piglets and it’s a miracle nothing got broken, you suffered for those photos, at least LOOK AT THEM. Ughhhhh.
oh my buddies, I have Lomo Dianas, that’s how sad *I* am. <3
I was mildly into both low-fi and high-tech photography for a hot minute but then I worked at this photo lab for long enough (… seven years? more?) and now I’m like WE HAVE DIGITAL CAMERAS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS ARGH. Which is too bad! I mostly handle our antique cameras, photographing them for sale either on Etsy or eBay, and so I could probably buy any cutesy little box camera I wanted for dead cheap. (I took every one of these pictures and wrote all these listings. This isn’t me shilling, though, if you buy those I have to find them in the hellhole that is our back room, ugh, don’t, LOL.) I have two cute vest-pocket folders, one a Kodak Autograph of some sort that takes, I dunno, 116 film or something hopelessly unavailable, and the other is a nice prewar Bessa or Voigtlander or something that takes 120, and I’ve shot like. Two rolls of film ever with it. (Both at a WWII re-enactment, as it happens!) Because it’s a pain in the ass and I also own a $1200 DSLR rig and a dozen excellent lenses. (Including a GINORMOUS long telephoto I’ve literally used one time, to take a lackluster photo of a turkey vulture right as it peaced out.)
So like. Mostly I take pictures with my phone. As one does. I respect The Process but mostly it’s a giant pain in my tit and the mystique is gone. (SERIOUSLY. Like once upon a time in photo class unspooling the film out of the developer tank and hanging it up to dry was SO EXCITING and you’d look and see that you’d taken PICTURES and oh the REVELATION and yeah I don’t feel like that anymore ugh fuck this shit.)
Also my hands smell like C41 developer and I can’t wash it out, after the day I had today, and if I never smell film chemistry again it’ll be too soon. :(
I mean. Not to be a Grinch. Some of that is bog-standard anhedonia, I used to rush home from every trip and throw my memory card into the computer and gaze in joy at the photos I’d taken, and this time I’ve been home 2 weeks and haven’t even looked at the pictures yet. Surely I took some good ones but I don’t… care, and that’s the problem. I should go do that.
This is me kicking myself in the pants to go get my camera memory card out. DO it, self. DO it. There are photos of baby pigs on there probably. Come on you had to fling the camera into the chore truck to chase the piglets and it’s a miracle nothing got broken, you suffered for those photos, at least LOOK AT THEM. Ughhhhh.
