If there is one thing I love, it would have to be photography. The masters Henri-Cartier Bresson and Ansel Adams have a pretty fierce grasp of two heart strings right here (points to left side of chest). It is amazing what one can do with a piece of equipment, suspending one moment in time, to be relived over and over. It is magic, really.
Talking photography means talking about hardware. All the camera manufacturers in the world seem to quicken the pace at which their goods are produced and distributed, satisfying gearheads with every shipment to the nearest retailer. I’m not one to think of the good ol’ days because let’s face it, nothing gets accomplished and that is waste. However, there is also the adage ‘Haste makes waste.’ Could we apply it to today’s pieces of technology?
What is fascinating right now is the nostalgia that younger people have for a technology whose tail-end they caught: film or analog photography. Lomography has picked up with the sales of plastic cameras that take pretty funky images. Stores catering to the 12-25 set like Urban Outfitters carry cameras of the same nature. There IS an interest in film. Still.
So far, the camera that I have my eye out for is a compromise between analog and digital: the Fuji X100. I am certain that I am not alone. The camera is a beauty. Let’s not get too much into the specs but the camera physically is loosely based on rangefinder cameras from decades ago, only digital. The buttons are all manual (but with their automatic counterparts, for the lazy) unlike other digital cameras that have been designed and released thus far in the last couple of years. It may be the best compromise, so far with the convenience of digital and the regal appearance of a Leica. (A fundraising event is slowly getting organized for the 2011 holiday season. Let me rephrase that: for my 2011 holiday season. Cheques accepted but PayPal is best.)
The selling point of this camera is the old-school appearance but with the practicality its digital compatibility with our digital lives. At $1200, is keeping up appearances worth it? To some, yes. To others, no. The equipment that was once but a tool to capture images is now an image unto itself. It is like being caught between two mirrors facing each other, and the neverending hall of repeating reflections. Which is the original? No one really knows. The camera is only coveted until the updated version is available. Is that a waste? You decide.
I wanted to share this ad for the Polaroid SX-70 camera out of nostalgia but also as a reminder of how tasteful advertising can be.
The music, colours and the fashions render the ad dated. However, the simplicity and beauty of the ad make the piece a short film worthy of re-watching, even just to relive the magical feeling when the ghost-like images appear on the iconic instant prints.
There is a lot of dialogue regarding the resurrection of Polaroid film. With the oversaturation of images around us, it feels like the cache of the Polaroid is out of fascination with analog, and not the appreciation for the process. People just enjoy contact with and the tactility of prints, like myself. I know that I am not alone.
Running amuck with all of my belongings in a bag has become the norm. The hardest part of the lifestyle is not carrying heavy books and cameras everywhere but picking and packing what I would need for the day. Being on the move is facilitated by having a trusty bag. I am sure that I am not alone.
A good relationship with a bag can be compared to having a good friend. My friend structure my life or at least, my day. I have been forced to rethink what I should carry at the beginning of un-caffeinated mornings; my black doctor’s bag does not allow objects that are not flat, or rectangular i.e. fruits. My bag welcomes documents, bags, cameras (for which I find small nooks in my friend’s interior) and a computer.
My workspace is portable and can be set up wherever there is Wi-Fi and coffee. Save for my iPhone, my computer is how people get in touch with me. I have an office on the move.
My ideal office is made of fine grain dark brown leather with a healthy amount of space. It does not have to be at the corner o have a million dollar view. It has to withstand a good beating during rush hour and unpredictable weather. I emphasize the importance of good maintenance, though.
There is nothing better than having a space of one’s own. Come to think of it, I might need to upgrade. The room is becoming smaller by the second as the clutter would indicate. I need to write a note down in my agenda. Now, please excuse me. Miuccia Prada is on line 2.
In the spirit of the season and also becauseI am an honest person, I am posting to find out how effective the internet is.
I found a camera on the ground at Christie Pits. It was a cold day full of walking around in the cold, hungry and then there was this black holster that I thought would be empty. Now, I have lost a camera before in Berlin. I am pretty analog regarding, camera-wise, and my camera had a whole roll of my brief stay in Hamburg and Berlin until the time of said camera loss.
If you know anyone who is in town, on an American-Canadian tour, of Asian descent (as seen in the photos in camera’s memory), please let me know.
If you recognize the dog above and name a couple of cities that you visited and recorded digitally, please let me know.
The weather has been strange and unpredictable. As it gets colder and we move our lives indoors, we say goodbye to outdoor patio dining on a Friday night like this. We want a cosy place where a healthy balance of work, play and just living can take place.
There is one piece that I would love, love, love to have by Martin Holzapfel.
I can see myself concentrating a lot better with such a minimalistic, clean and streamlined bureau. As a person who is working on the lengthening of his attention span, distraction is not a good cooperator on a project due at 8 in the morning. I would be more enticed to keep such a piece tidy, keeping away little distractions in the shape of analog cameras, literature, magazines and the like. I can only imagine how embarrassing a coffee stain would be on any of its matte white surface.
My band-aid for such a hankering: rearranging my room.