In the Spring, some family friends gave me their old Nikon F, a SLR still film camera first manufactured in 1959. The camera became the first 35 mm SLR system widely adopted by professional photographers, specifically with photojournalists during the Vietnam War. With it came four lovely old lenses, each with unique characteristics of their time.
Working with film requires more care, more thought and ultimately more time. It’s a precious medium, especially when you consider the Nikon F doesn’t have the automatic focus and exposure controls of modern cameras. You have to carefully set up each shot and you can’t check a moment later to ensure you nailed it on your camera’s display. Instead, you find out weeks later if your settings were right, your subject didn’t blink, your focus was sharp and your framing was interesting.
Despite its modern impracticality, there is such a magic with film. When light hits film a chemical reaction occurs sealing that moment in time. There’s no processing in post, at least none that I’ve needed. Instead, that effort and creativity is front-loaded, and what comes back weeks later seems like a
miracle.
In our fast-paced work schedule, slowing down to truly embrace technique and creativity is a battle we often lose. We’ve adapted, all of us have, from professional photographers on down to amateur iPhone users. But part of me wonders if we’re missing some of that magic that film gives us.