I recently read of a photographer who (still) carries a Lomo LC-A+ as their primary, durable, around-town camera.
I envy this photographer.
Because my first Lomo, most likely bought on a confused whim back in 1999 or 2000, died unceremoniously after a couple months.
They were a great couple months.
I might have three or four of those pictures online somewhere, but most of them are unscanned proofs sitting in albums and plastic tubs around the house.
The woman who would become my wife bought me another one, a year or so into our relationship, but the camera might never have worked. I tried to revive one or the other with tools and hope, but I just ended up with a small box full of camera parts, taped shut and moved around from home to home for years until I mercifully disposed of it in recent months.
I think.
It was the Lomo, and my un-journalistic but joyous early use of Photoshop around 2001, that shaped what I aspired to as a photographer in my twenties.
And so it has been with great joy that I’ve taken up the fun filters of Instagram, Cameramatic, and the like, as silly as it can seem sometime.
More on that soon.
