This Minolta Instant Pro is the latest camera I got. Another day of summer. This one, three years later and a thousand of kilometres away.

It landed in London after a night made of biding on ebay. Which happened after a night made of words from Molly. Which happened after a night made of the pictures she took.

At the time, I already had a Polaroid SX70. My love. And yet, the rectangular format of the 1200 film felt so right.

And indeed it was. In just a short four months, more than ninety of the so-peculiar-sound produced by instant cameras have been heard.

Ninety pictures. Some of them blurry, some of them with flaws, some of them sharp. All of them perfect.

This camera is matchless when I need instant pictures that illustrate, not what I see, but what I want to see. I find it to be the most amazing thing for journalling and food photography.

Especially with this film and a close-up lens, also purchased from ebay.
And, even though, it is sometimes difficult to judge the right distance between the object and the camera, it is – and I’m certain, it will stay as such – a process I love.

Until today, I thought you had to pull the little cord in order to enable close-up. And a friend pointed out that it might be a way to measure the right distance. No more out of focus.

Until today, I had never seen so much snow in a city. Whether I see the world through a close-up lens or not, it is here. On my window – one foot away – or on the pavement.

The diptych above might be a bit blurry, because I went sans-flash – as always – and my whole body was shaking from the cold wind sneaking its way to my bedroom, but it shows quite nicely the role of the close-up lens.
Everything one-feet-far will be in focus and surrounded by a gorgeous haze. Just like it would if I forgot to put my glasses on.

And for the little monster du jour.