It seems funny that I’ve moved ‘up’ over the years from the hand-me-down rectangular, 110 cartridge film camera that I inherited from my mother when I was seven and which was so indestructible that I muse have dropped it a half-dozen times before it broke, to a DSLR with bells and whistles (read, lenses and filters), only to find myself lured back to the ultra basic film cameras whose settings you can barely tweak (if at all). I now find myself with a Lomo Diane, an ikimono, whose 110 films I can’t seem to get developed in the UK anymore, an Octomat, a red lomolito, and a Vivitar ultra wide and slim.
I guess it is the no-frills, no-worries approach that appeals. Of course, this time your point-and-shoot camera antics are slightly more informed, because you’ve had years of practice, so you can actually do some composition and know some of what you’re doing with regard to light. At the same time, you can blow all the highlights to hell if you want, and rejoice in the knowledge that there’s not much you could have done about it, because either it’s the CAMERA, STUPID, or, WHAT, I TOTALLY MEANT FOR THAT TO HAPPEN.
