If you were to look at my phone's camera roll from a few years ago, you would see a chaotic sea of duplicates. Ten photos of a slightly interesting shadow cast on a coffee cup. Twenty burst-fire shots of a friend just crossing a street. Taking pictures used to feel like this endless, frantic...

I still remember the first time I held a proper vintage film camera. It belonged to my granddad, and compared to the lightweight plastic digital setups I was used to, this thing felt like a beautifully engineered brick. The cold metal, the satisfying mechanical "clunk" of the shutter, the physical necessity of manually winding...