a box of cameras
I wasn’t interested in photography until after the dawn of the photographer’s digital age, so I’ve never experienced much of the film world. But when my grandmother told me about a boxful of vintage cameras she had in her garage, I couldn’t have been more exited. I’ve liked old cameras for years, and have collected them for aesthetic reasons, but when she told me that it was possible I could still shoot with these, I was positively thrilled.
But I didn’t realize what how wonderful they were until they showed up in the mail.
There’s a lovely Polaroid…
And maybe even more fun, the instruction manual that goes with it. I finally know how I should look while shooting!
Not to mention, I want to frame this page.
But of it all, I think I’m most exited about the Duaflex. I can’t stop looking at all the incredible TtV images out there. Not to mention, I love the way it looks. Or the way it did, before I mutilated it with a contraption made of cut-up socks, a Pringles can, and enough staples to rival Frankenstein’s most gruesome creation.
Until then, I’m off to catalog my wealth.