My first camera was a 126 cartridge affair to which I later added an electronic flash that greatly outweighed the camera itself. I think the 126 instilled a joy of loading objects physically and metaphorically into ports and receptacles. A few short years later during puberty I was gifted a man’s SLR. My first job was in a photo store.
I thought myself a relative purist, respecting the image quality as captured by the camera and considering it a technical art. Any creative retouching in the darkroom then or computer today needed to be done myself. Lately though this habit’s joyfully corrupted using the Hipstamatic + iPhone 4 combination.
Its unobtrusive physicality and somewhat random results are a devil’s distraction to my focus on technical excellence. It’s a way to document my day with creative license while taking care of work around the city of Prague.
I’ve come to think of it as a set of film types and lenses. The software metaphor has invaded my heart and mind. Again I’m carrying around a small camera and it’s a technological joy with retro sensibilities.
* The app is based on a camera which really existed: Hipstamatic 100