While Contax T3 prices soar to Leica-tier absurdity (now 1,500+),itsoverlookedsibling—theTVS—languishesat1,500+),itsoverlookedsibling—theTVS—languishesat200, begging for attention. This 1994 titanium wonder isn’t a “poor man’s T3”; it’s a stealth bomber of practicality. Yes, its 28-56mm f/3.5-6.5 zoom sounds pedestrian—until you realize:
These photos capture landscapes Lyan shot during her trip to Japan ten years ago, only to be rediscovered now on my hard drive. I’ve carefully arranged them on my blog, like tending to a borrowed poetry collection. Lyan’s lens carries a stillness that recalls Haruki Murakami’s Norwegian Wood—beneath those calm frames, quiet emotions linger. I tracked down Lyan and, with her permission, share these photos here.
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Through the Contax TVS, the coastline twists like a haiku. Distant birds sweep by, their wings cutting through the dusk, leaving soft marks on the film. I’d wager they were startled by a cheeky cat, scattering with the sea breeze clinging to them.
Lyan had a gift for leaving just the right amount of space in her shots. She’d freeze the waves at the frame’s edge, letting the birds’ paths trail off into the imagination. It brings to mind Junichiro Tanizaki’s Kyoto gardens—those purposeful empty spaces, designed to hold a wealth of quiet thoughts.
The photo that stops me cold is the one where sea and sky melt into a single gray-blue expanse. The horizon blurs, much like the edges of memory. The Contax casts a cool tone, yet there’s warmth hiding in the shadows. I can almost see Lyan on the shore, her skirt lifted by the wind, intently adjusting the aperture, poised for that perfect moment.
It’s late now, and I close my laptop. Moonlight spills across my desk, echoing the coasts in those photos. By the way, the Contax TVS is a fantastic travel companion.
Introduction: When Your Camera Fits in Your Pocket (And Your Soul)
Let’s be real: the Ricoh GR1s is the James Dean of film cameras. It’s compact, it’s cool, and it doesn’t give a damn about your Instagram filters. Designed in the ‘90s, worshipped in the 2020s, this little black box is the reason your Fuji X100V feels like a try-hard.
I took it for a spin to channel my inner Daido Moriyama. Spoiler: I didn’t become a street photography legend. But I did scare a pigeon.
Design: “A Brick, But Make It Fashion”
Specs:
Size: Smaller than a TV remote (and twice as fun).
Weight: 185g (or “light enough to forget it’s in your jeans… until you sit on it”).
Aesthetic: A minimalist black slab that screams, “I read Sartre and drink black coffee.”
The GR1s looks like a calculator designed by a Japanese architect. But that chunky front grip? Pure genius. It’s like shaking hands with a robot that gets you.
Pro Tip: If your camera doesn’t make you feel like a spy, you’re holding it wrong.
Controls: “Simplicity, Thy Name Is Ricoh”
The GR1s’ controls are smoother than a jazz saxophonist:
Top Plate: A single “MODE” button toggles between auto-everything and Snap Mode (more on that later).
Left Side: A gorgeous exposure comp dial (+/- 2 stops) and flash selector. It’s like having a tiny DJ mixer for light.
Right Side: Nothing. Because sometimes less is more.
No menus. No touchscreens. Just pure, unadulterated clicks.
4. Snap Mode: “The Ninja Setting”
Engage Snap Mode, and the GR1s becomes a street-shooting samurai. It locks focus between 1-3 meters (translation: “everything in this general vicinity will be sharp-ish”). No autofocus lag. No whirring motors. Just click and chaos.
Why It Rules:
Perfect for capturing strangers mid-sneeze.
Makes you feel like a photojournalist fleeing paparazzi.
Why It’s Alone: Other “snap” cameras exist (looking at you, Samsung), but they’re about as refined as a kazoo solo.
The Lens: 28mm f/3.5 (Or “How to Be Wide Without Trying”)
Specs:
Focal Length: 28mm (because seeing the world through a mailbox slot is art).
Aperture: f/3.5 (not fast, but faster than your ex’s excuses).
This lens is sharper than a stand-up comedian’s punchlines. It’s also tiny—like a contact lens with ambitions. Moriyama’s high-contrast, gritty style? That’s all him. The GR1s just serves the canvas.
Fun Fact: Moriyama switched to digital GRs, but rumor has it his Wi-Fi password is still “ILOVEFILM.”
Stealth Level: “Ninja Approved”
Silent Shutter: The GR1s is quieter than a librarian’s sigh.
Blue LCD Backlight: Glows like a cyborg’s heartbeat in low light.
Wrist Strap: Lets you swing it like a pocket watch while pretending to check the time.
The Moriyama Paradox: “Destroyer or Savior?”
Moriyama’s high-contrast, chaotic style made the GR1s iconic. But it also cursed it. Newbies buy it expecting “instant art,” only to realize they have to do the work.
Moriyama’s Wisdom:
“Great photography is about waking people up to the drama in the mundane.”
“Also, maybe stop copying my contrast settings, Karen.”
Downsides: “It’s Not Perfect (But Neither Are You)”
Battery Dependency: No juice? No photos. Bring spares or embrace existential dread.
Plastic Parts: The film door creaks like a haunted house floor.
Price: Used GR1s prices now rival a kidney. Thanks, hipsters.
Final Verdict: “A Camera for the Brave, Not the Basic”
The Ricoh GR1s isn’t a camera. It’s a philosophy. A reminder that greatness fits in your pocket. A middle finger to megapixels and menu-diving.
Buy it if:
You think “vintage” isn’t just a filter.
You’re ready to see, not just shoot.
Skip it if:
You need autofocus faster than your attention span.
You think photography requires a backpack full of gear.
Introduction: When “Vintage” Looks Suspiciously Modern
Let’s face it: most film cameras are either hipster bait (Leica M6) or clunky relics (Nikon F3). The Canon EOS 50? It’s the undercover cop of analog gear. Sleek, plastic, and weirdly modern, this 90s autofocus beast looks like it time-traveled from a 2010 Best Buy shelf. I bought one for less than a fancy dinner, and now I’m questioning all my life choices.
Design: “Plastic? More Like Fantastic”
Specs:
Weight: 645g (or “light enough to forget you’re holding a camera”).
Materials: Metal top plate (for flexing), plastic body (for surviving drops).
Aesthetic: A hybrid of a spaceship and a toaster.
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The EOS 50 is proof that Canon knew plastic was the future. The champagne-colored top plate screams “I’m classy!” while the plastic body whispers “I cost $300, and I’m okay with that.”
Pro Tip: If your camera doesn’t look like it belongs in a Star Trek reboot, you’re doing analog wrong.
Controls: “A 6D in Disguise”
The EOS 50’s layout is eerily familiar:
Top LCD: Displays settings like it’s judging your life choices.
Rear Dial: Spins smoother than a DJ at a rave.
AF Point Selector: Lets you pick focus points like a digital camera. Because obviously.
Using this thing feels like driving a Honda Civic—boringly intuitive. No menus. No touchscreens. Just buttons and dials, like the good Lord intended.
By someone who just spent more on a film camera than a new iPhone
Introduction: When Nikon Decided to Make a Camera for Watch Nerds
Let’s cut to the chase: the Nikon 35Ti is the James Bond of 90s film cameras. Sleek titanium body? Check. A lens sharper than Bond’s wit? Check. A top-plate gauge cluster that looks like it belongs on a Rolex? Double check.
Released in 1993, this titanium-clad gem was Nikon’s flex to the world: “Oh, you thought pocket cameras had to be plastic? Hold my aperture ring.”
Introduction: When “Mechanical” Isn’t a Euphemism for “Antique”
Let’s get this straight: the Leica R6 isn’t a camera. It’s a mechanical haiku. A 35mm film SLR so stubbornly analog, it makes your grandpa’s pocket watch look like a smartwatch. No batteries. No mercy. Just gears, springs, and enough Teutonic overengineering to make a BMW engineer weep.
If the Leicaflex SL2 is a Panzer, the R6 is a VW Golf GTI—small, precise, and sneakily brilliant. It’s what happens when Leica says, “Fine, we’ll make a Japanese-style SLR… but we’ll do it properly.”
By a slightly sweaty photographer who just bench-pressed this thing
Introduction: When German Engineering Meets a Midlife Crisis
Let’s face it: most cameras are like sensible sedans. Reliable, practical, boring. The Leicaflex SL2, however, is the automotive equivalent of a 1970s muscle car—if that muscle car were also a Panzer. This isn’t just a camera; it’s a statement, wrapped in enough machined brass and steel to make a Swiss watchmaker blush.
Want to shoot film but hate the dainty fragility of those Japanese plastic wonders? Meet the SL2: the camera that laughs at gravity, scoffs at ergonomics, and probably doubles as a doorstop in a hurricane.
In an age where cameras sprint after specs like greyhounds chasing robot rabbits—panting for more megapixels, more frames per second—the Konica Recorder lounges in the corner, unimpressed. It’s a dog-eared paperback, slightly yellowed, sitting smugly amid a library of glossy 4K e-readers who whisper, “Upgrade me.”
This 1984 relic, half plastic, half metal—a haiku interrupted by a hiccup—weighs less than a barista’s latte spoon (390g). It costs about as much as a week’s worth of avocado toast (180–180–220 in 2025 USD), which is to say: not much, unless you’re the toast.
It doesn’t strut around promising perfection, doesn’t care for your Instagram likes. Instead, it offers a shrug and a truth: “To record life, let the light sneak in through the cracks—neatness is overrated, darling.”
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Design: The Art of Casual Elegance
Unapologetic Plastic: Not Leica’s cold brass, but the warm texture of a kindergarten’s well-loved building blocks. The slide-open lens cover clicks like a librarian’s favorite stamp—functional, nostalgic, irreplaceable.
Battery Zen: Two AAs hum where others demand boutique cells. A fifth of its body is power storage—fitting for a camera that outlasts trends like mountains outlast rain.
Hexanon Soul: The lens hides Konica’s secret—optical clarity sharper than a Parisian’s wit, yet gentler than dawn light through lace curtains.
I shot a utility pole once, stabbing up into a blue sky so loud it practically buzzed. My Zeiss Jena 35mm f2.4 did the work—a scrappy little lens, older than my best boots, with a vignette that sneaks into the corners like a cat curling up for a nap. It’s not perfect. It’s better than that.
This thing’s a DDR relic, a Flektogon design with a heart sharp at f2.4 and edges that soften like a half-remembered song. At 35mm, it’s your go-to for wandering—wide enough to catch the world, tight enough to keep it personal. Slap it on a mirrorless body (you can snag one for under $200), and it loves a bright day, painting colors bold and true. That blue sky? The vignette showed up uninvited, darkening the frame’s rim, nudging my eye to the pole’s rough spine. I tried wiping it out in Lightroom—sky all flat and bright, pole like a textbook sketch. Clean, sure, but dull as dishwater. The shadow had been doing the heavy lifting, giving the shot a little swagger, a little depth. I let it stay, but dialed the shadow back—not all the way, just enough.
Then there’s this other shot: a winter tree, naked as a promise, with a bird’s nest perched like a secret. Same lens, same f2.4. The vignette crept in again, but here it felt like a bully—squashing the air, crowding the nest till it looked trapped. I ditched it in post, and bam—the sky stretched wide, pale and chilly, letting the branches breathe. The nest popped, fragile against the sprawl. No shadow needed.
Here’s the trick: this lens doesn’t shove vignette down your throat. It’s loudest under a blue blaze—light hits the glass hard, and the edges duck out. On a gray day, or stopped down to f5.6, it’s more a murmur than a shout. You decide when it plays. Wide open at f2.4, it’s got that creamy falloff; crank it tighter, and it behaves.
The Zeiss Jena 35mm f2.4 isn’t for the pixel-polish crowd—grab a Sigma Art or Zeiss Milvus if that’s your game. It’s for tinkerers, the ones who’d rather dance with a quirk than iron it flat. Pole got the shadow. Nest got the sky. Both got the shot.
