One of the reasons I love living in Portland, Oregon is the access to diverse landscapes. The city and surroundings most resemble what one thinks of "Pacific Northwest USA", a l...
"Are you interested by this?" My neighbor and friend Philippe, hand widely opened, shows me a yellow canister tagged Gold 200. I grab it, a bit confused:
"I thought you only sh...
Photographs can be a bit like poems. There are those that speak to you in such a personal way and evoke such strong feelings, and yet you might be unable to put into words just ...
Last autumn a friend sent me a message to say he was moving house and clearing out the final bits of his late father’s camera collection. He said he had a box full of ‘mostly ju...
Recently I acquired some expired B&W film. I have heard about this film before, but never tried. It was the Kodak Plus-X in 4x5 sheets, which expired in 1981. Plus-x was an ISO ...
I recently fell for analog cameras, especially vintage ones. It feels like a rabbit hole much of the time, chasing that elusive, cosmetically beautiful, functionally accurate, 6...
Vinnie, the little Voigtländer Vito BL camera, shares shelf space with his friend, Spottie, the Honeywell Spotmatic.
Both feel a bit neglected. After all, one can only use so m...
On this occasion it was my friend Josep who lent me his camera that had already been abandoned in a closet for more than twenty years. The first surprise in my hands was to disc...
