I’m really happy with my first two test rolls from my little Holga – Now that I know what it can do, I’m really looking forward to experimenting with more film! You can see all of the results in my Holga set on Flickr, but here is a sneak peak:
The lovely Mat Henley at Point Hope Shipyards, Vic West
A Holga 120CFN
Last August, I picked up a Holga 120S camera on a day of garage sale cruising by bicycle. It cost me the grand sum of 50 cents. The guy a bought it from said it had very few light leaks, but he hadn’t used it in a while. I couldn’t believe my luck – I was delighted!
[<— image by kat…]
I first became aware of toy cameras when I met my photographer boyfriend, Mat Henley, back in the summer of 2008. Not long after that, I noticed that local small business owner and photographer Ken Gordon has made his tiny café, street level espresso, a shrine to toy cameras – he even has cameras, accessories and books for sale in the tiny 400 square foot space. Ken teaches workshops on photography and was recently behind an exhibit showcasing local toy camera photography at Luz gallery. While waiting for ken to make my Americano one afternoon, I overheard a woman telling him that an elementary school aged friend of hers had submitted her photos. I really perked up when I heard that kids were producing art with these cheap, plastic cameras!
Now, I realize the Holga and toy cameras in general may seem an unlikely subject for TFP. After all, these plastic cameras are manufactured in China on an assembly line from the cheapest materials available. Still, I hope you will hear me out when I explain why I think Holgas are fantastic and liberating and do belong here.
I have to admit, I’ve been a little anxious about publishing my first Freedom Project post. For the last week, my thoughts have circled in my mind like hungry-birds, diving recklessly and greedily, hovering over the one question: How to start? Says the teeming flock: “I don’t want to set a precedent that this blog is frivolous/extreme/self-righteous/unserious/too serious.” They cry, fearfully: “I’ve built this all up too much; maybe I should give up; what if I’m NOT serious enough?; What if my friends/family/colleagues/potential employers read the blog and think that I am crazy?”
Then, I realized: this project is supposed to be about freedom, not anxiety. I thought about the reason I wanted to begin this project, which was to commit my self and my soul to a personal quest based in everyday action. I want this project to stem organically from my daily living, and my hope is that the blog and the project will fuel one another through the inspiration of individual action and sharing those actions with like-minded people. I do not want it to be an obligation, a source of stress or any sort of yoke on my already precarious attempts at balancing the personal and public aspects of my life.
While the project may sound like a huge philosophical and spiritual quest, it is essentially about two things: food and community. The real inspiration for this blog is my childhood, where I first learned the significance of these values.