I've never been shy about the fact that, when given half a chance, I'll shoot analogue over digital for my personal photographic work. I kind of feel that the images produced look more like the photographs that I grew up looking at, and when I'm making memories for myself rather than shooting imagery for a client or editor then I'd rather the resulting photographs hold that warm haze of nostalgia. To that end, more often than not I have an Olympus Trip 35 camera crammed into my pocket or rattling around in my bag. I have a selection of other 35mm SLRs that I'll carry as my "prime" analogue camera, but the little olympus is ever-present and as a result when I finally put a roll of film in to be developed I tend to get back a set of prints spanning several months, and usually with a good few keepers in there.
Porto, where Portuguese Port comes from.
For a camera that you can fit into your pocket, the trip is hard to beat. Olympus produced over 10 million of them between 1967 and 1984, so there are loads of them kicking around and you can pick one up for between £5-£25 on that popular interweb auction site or in a charity shop or car boot sale. They have a fully automatic exposure and you can set the aperture value, but the main bonus is that these little beauties are solar powered and so you never need worry about running out of batteries. You get sharp, rich images which is great, but what's even better is getting that feeling of nervous anticipation when you collect a set of prints from the lab; what was on this film? Did I set the focus right? Was that roll of film that I found at the back of the fridge expired or not? As a pocket camera to get that childhood feeling of making photographs and achieving a different look to your photos without having to use a filter app on your phone, I can't recommend taking a trip highly enough.
Isaac, way back before he became a lean, mean, sock eating machine.
Kate looking back at Honister Pass, The Lake District, UK.
The Rialto, Venice.
Only one guy out.
The trips small size makes it nice and discreet for shooting out of the way waves and then leaving your camera under a towel on the beach.
Donkey, Atlas Mountains, Morocco. Cross-processed slide film.
Mackerel and colourful crates.
Port Isaac, a place that I don't photograph enough. Cross-processed slide film.
The Souk, Marrakech. Cross-processed slide film.
One of Venice's many beautiful basilicas.
Jarrad is a mate of mine from Western Australia. He's been working in London the past few years and goes long stints without watching the sun set into the sea. When he visited earlier this year it reminded me not to take that daily gift for granted.
Probably safest not to touch or eat these. Autumn woodland walks.
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