One of the joys of Lomography and Analogue Photography is that of waiting. Once the shot is taken, there’s no opportunity to ‘look on the back’ for the image. We wait. First for the roll to be finished, and then for the film to be processed, before we can see our images birthed into the world. But what happens when that process is interrupted. What happens if we don’t process the film for a while? How about if we don’t process it for 50 years?
One of the best things to do on a Sunday morning in Britain has to be to visit a Car Boot Sale. That peculiar, summer-time affair when the contents of lofts, garages and spare rooms explode onto a rug or table in a field near you.
The wily Lomographer knows that the opportunities for picking up a piece of vintage analogue loveliness abound at these events. What to us is a piece of technological beauty, wrapped still in its leather case, waiting to be discovered, is often just ‘an old camera’ to the stall holder.
Russian and Japanese Rangefinders, still-boxed Box Brownies, a perfect Praktica. They’re all out there.
The focus of this little piece though is a particular type of gem that is more seldom discovered. Exposed film. Found FIlm as it’s often called is much more than a piece of history. It’s time itself, trapped and sealed. Think about it for a moment. Someone saw something important enough to take a picture, yet never developed it. You as the finder will be blessed with the opportunity to see those images for the very first time.
What treasures will these simple rolls hold? Thoughts runs wild. Images of love, war, celebration?
But first a little more waiting while the rolls are finally processed and scanned, and then the moment of truth – the images.
Often you are left with more questions that answers. What exactly has the boy in the photo got in his hands that gives him so much pride? Why is the woman behind the wire with the dogs?
You must simply write the story yourself.
These images came from two rolls of 120/620 film found at a car boot sale. Use by dates were 1958 and 1968.
I’d love to know what that boy’s doing!