The moment of truth has almost arrived. Well, not really truth. More like results. The moment of results has arrived. Although that makes me sound like nervous 16 year-old waiting to collect his GCSE results on “Results Day”. This is not the case. Instead, I am about to head off to the Lomography shop in Shoreditch to pick up the photos from my first attempt at analogue photography last weekend taking pictures in and around Islington.
Being absurdly optimistic, I am visualising perfectly balanced black-and-white images with just the right level of creativity, light exposure and tonal variation. In reality, out of the 50-odd pictures I took, I will probably be lucky to get even 5 worthwhile pictures. Nevertheless, the joy of film photography is that one does have a heady rush of expectation as you go off to collect the results. A bit like a GCSE student, actually.
The results will be posted here tomorrow. Probably. Unless they are so poor that I spend the next few days looking morose and mumbling about “retakes”.