This is the story on how I got my first Lomography camera...It all started with a knock on the door. It was the postman with a parcel for me. From the stamps and packaging I knew it was from my brother who lives in Taiwan...
It all started with a knock on the door. It was the postman with a parcel for me. From the stamps and packaging I knew it was from my brother who lives in Taiwan. I opened the packet and there was a yellow and white box with a picture of a rather bizarre looking camera and the word Holga plastered across it.
I had no idea what it was. I’d never heard the word Holga and it looked like a pretty crappy camera to me. But I did trust my brother and he’s pretty good at gifts when he gets around to giving them (the card said happy birthday, but it was two months late… or 10 months early). I carefully opened the box and unearthed the camera and all the extras (film, tape, batteries, two masks and the book). I started looking at the book first. It was love at first sight. I just kept looking at it, amazed by the pictures, intrigued by the story and aching to start taking my own pictures.
My first roll of film was a bit of a dud. I didn’t have any of the dreamy images pictured in the book or on the website, developing was expensive and took ages (the only place I could find took two weeks and even then didn’t scan them.) I was entirely frustrated with the Holga and I practically gave up on it, barely using it for the next two years. I didn’t give up on Lomography though. I found a local supplier and within months of receiving my Holga, I was also the proud owner of the Fisheye and the Supersampler. Both instantly captured my imagination and I didn’t look back.
It wasn’t until my Supersampler suffered an unfortunate incident that I picked up my Holga again. By this time I had found a store that would develop 120 in an hour and scan them so I didn’t have to let my impatience preventing me from using the Holga. My next roll was perfect. Vignetting around the corners, lovely double exposures and vibrant dream-like colours. I’ve had a few crap rolls since then, but I don’t let that get me down because I know that it’s not the camera, it’s just me.