Films not dead: a moodboard of some sort of the last few months captured in all their lovely, blurry and unposed beauty on a film camera.
I adore my boyfriend’s eye for photography.
It’s funny, that his passion should fit so well with mine. When we first met, I used to say how great it was that I’d met someone to help me with photography. Whereas he used to tease me about wanting us to be a blogger power couple.
I adore his skill. Whether it’s capturing the emotion of a couple lovingly exchanging vowels at the altar or a lead singer thrashing it out on stage at a gig, my boyfriend has a penchant for really capturing the reality and emotion of a moment.
Recently, he’s been trying to use up the film in a film camera. This means he’s been following me around with a camera for the best part of four months like I’m his muse or something, haha.
Even the camera itself has some sort of story behind it – although we don’t know what. It was bought secondhand on eBay, after the seller had discovered it in their grandad’s attic.
There’s just something about film. You take a photo, and that’s it. It’s captured. There’s no second takes or editing. Although this means often the photos turn out less than perfect, it’s their imperfectness that makes them beautiful. Like the blur of a person who is excited and moves too quickly. Or a natural unposed gaze of someone who doesn’t quite realise they’re being photographed.
A couple of the photos I brightened ever so slightly to use on my Instagram. But I wanted to share the full lot here because. Although they don’t quite go with my Instagram theme, they’re some of the most wonderful photos I’ve seen in a long, long time.





New Years Day. Three hours of walking in the brisk cold, hangovers long subsided. We went in search of a bridge – to quench my love for pretty bridges. But instead found ourselves exploring the windy passages of Cambridge by foot. When it came time to slowly stroll back to the car, the cold got the better of us. So we ducked into the first independent coffee shop we saw.
With mismatched mugs and cosy nooks, he found a seat whilst I ordered. A coffee for him, a hot chocolate for me and a sandwich to share. An unplanned visit to a coffee shop that was not a chain. One we just dipped into on a whim. It soon proved to be not just a good idea but something wonderful. I already knew I’d look back on in years to come. It was such a simple thing. But we joked if this was perhaps the beginning of a New Year’s Day tradition for us.





I even love this one, even though it’s so out of focus. Me gazing up at the weird bodies scattered every which way across the walls. This was at Antony Gormley’s exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts late last year.

Aren’t they just beautiful? I think they definitely prove that films not dead.



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