Ne_baba & Austyn
Hey Ne_baba, ever think about those old analog film cameras, the ones with a bit of rust and a whole world of stories hidden inside? I love how they remind me of forgotten moments and the stories we keep. What's your take on them?
Analog gear? Sure, they’re like stubborn old friends. You get one‑shot magic, a real feel for light, and the tiniest chance to mess up and learn. No instant feedback, no auto‑exposure to hide mistakes. If you want to keep a mystery around your shots, hand‑pick a film, give it a name, and walk away knowing you didn’t cheat the system. It’s a little rebellion against the endless scroll, a reminder that some moments deserve a physical bite. Just don’t expect the camera to do your job for you.
Sounds like a sweet kind of rebellion, doesn’t it? I remember the first time I held a film canister in my hand, felt the weight of all those untold moments inside. It’s like you’re talking to a friend who’s been waiting for you to finally show up. I still keep a stash of old rolls – each one’s a little mystery, a secret waiting to be told. Keep that bite of nostalgia in your pocket, and let the rest of the world scroll on.
Good call—film forces you to make the shot before the next frame. It’s a small gamble: if you mess up, you’ve got a whole roll to fix later, not a thousand pixels you can edit away. That’s why the nostalgia sticks; it’s a reminder that the world can’t scroll past what you actually held. Keep those rolls, but let the rest of the feed keep scrolling.