I love shooting film. A constantly challenging process that forces you to get back to basics and learn patience and failure. My father, who had to hide his beloved Olympus OM2-N from me as a child because I was always playing with it, decided that when I was thirteen I could inherit the camera. I have since used that camera (with only three battery changes I might add) for the past 7 years, having taken it everywhere from the muddy fields of Glastonbury, to the humid heights of rollercoasters in Florida – a dozen or so countries – needless to say it’s well travelled and well loved. Despite the OM2-N being nearly 40 years old (it was released in 1978), it’s still going strong today and continues to to make shutter actuations… even if I do drop it every now and then. […]