It’s nearly 3am and I can’t sleep because I have been working flat out all day (which makes no sense, but there you go), so I thought I would regale you all with a book report about my holiday last week. This kind of thing seems a great idea at 3am.
You may or may not know this, but I am a big fan of film. I shoot digitally for work purposes most of the time because it makes the most sense, but personal projects are nearly always shot on my array of weird & wonderful film cameras; Hasselblads, Holgas, old Nikons, polaroids etc. I recently spent some time looking through some old holidays snaps from my childhood and just loved the look of them – from the washed out colours and dicey quality right through to the haphazard angles and lurking strangers in the frame. They felt real, because they were. In our attempt to take great pictures, we can sometimes forget that often it’s about collecting memories, and the best camera for that is, well, any camera. With this in mind I took the girls to Disneyland Paris last week, armed only with my iPhone 3GS (because the best camera is really the camera you have on you) and my old Nikon Fm2, loaded with a roll of expired bog standard Kodak 400. I tried not to pay too much attention to exposure or clever framing for the main part – I just wanted to create a record of some warts and all holiday memories. I hope you like them. I do.