By popular demand from one reader, I’m posting on my toy camera photography passion which stalled not long after a certain child’s birth. On the plus side, this blog appeared.
OK, here is my favourite toy camera – the diana f.
And here is my favourite photo (well, a badly taken copy of that photo) originally taken with my diana f. I love the stillness around the trunk. The photo is called 27 29 S 153 8 E.
Here is a diana photo with a tripod. Not nearly as moody but much easier to develop and print.
Here is a photo taken with my Russian Holga, a similar camera to the diana f, except that it is much easier to find, and so not nearly as oh! and not anywhere near as cute looking or flimsy as the mecurial diana. For fun I’ve Belle and Sebastian-ised it. You can see that my muse gets very tired of being amusing at times. This photo is called Family Tradition.
Here is a photo from my action sampler. We animated a few of these and they turn out beautifully stilted and quite haunting sometimes. The photo is called Changing.
Here is a photo my partner took with one of my novelty cameras, the photo is all the more wonderful because the wind-on jammed and scratched the film and we used expired film donated by my grandfather’s fridge. Don’t know what you’re looking at? That is me in a bikini and a hat reading The Corrections while lying on a beach on Moreton Island. The strange objects in the background are ship wrecks. See? It looks like the end of the world so the photo is called Nuclear Fall-Out Suntan.
Here are photos taken with my junkshop polaroid camera. I love polaroids but like all good junkshop cameras, mine has died. Polaroid portraits should be slightly sordid in my opinion, just like these.