The details are hazy, but the best I can figure is that my grandfather gave me this camera in 1967 for my fifth birthday. I still have it. It’s an Agfa ISO-RAPID 1. Very basic, and a bit like a Kodak Instamatic, only, can I say… worse? It too shot square frames on AGFA Rapid […]
As the title says, for me, it’s about where things break down. The beginnings and endings. The edges. There is always a point at which an image breaks down and becomes the mark. Be it a pencil drawing, an oil painting or a photograph. I’ll show you what I mean. We’ll start with an oil […]
Both these little cameras get a lot of love and I think they deserve it.
If you want my Cliff notes on the Impossible/Polaroid Originals SX-70 Film – here they are:
It’s shit – but it’s the only shit we got.It’s useful today in a way the old stuff wasn’t back then.
I’m not sure if it’s a sign of having too many cameras or failing memory, but I recently slid open the ruby film window of my Nettar and saw there was a film in there that I had no
The Munda Bidi Trail is a wonderful thousand-kilometre dirt bicycle ride between Perth and Albany in Western Australia.
I started down the Albany at the south-west tip of Australia and spent nine days meandering north.
I bought my Zeiss Ikon Nettar 6×6 folder in 1992 for $50, pretty much in perfect nick. At the time I was shooting a Mamiya RB67 professionally; exclusively running Fuji Velvia through it for magazine covers and editorial work.