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Mark Noble writer

Mark Noble photographer

10 July 2009

legendphoto

TOTAL TRIPPIN

When I first saw Olympus’s wild new E-P1 camera, I froze. Because it looks just amazing. Brushed silver bodywork, a little patch of faux leather upon which to nestle your fingertips, an old-school flash hotshoe mount above the lens (no pop-up micro-flashes here which usually make a camera look like a Fitted 50:50 cap’s flipped up in a headwind), a proper round shutter release button, and another round button on the other side, chrome plate highlight lines… and a proper M-Zuiko lens stuck out the front. Just brilliant. Does retro get any better than this?
The E-P1 blows my skirt up simply because I have this camera’s film ancestor—its great-grandpa, if you will. My Olympus Trip 35 was the first camera I owned myself; it was a birthday present so many moons ago I don’t care to even think about it, and I still cherish it today. It’s brutally simple to operate—no coin-sized batteries, no superfluous fanciness—just pop the film in and off you go. The Zuiko lens assures absolutely crisp images, as long as you have it in focus, of course, as the manual-focus lens clicks around to give you four options of focal points: one man, two men, several men, or a mountain. So once you have this figured out you’re good to go, zipping through film. (Best to use 400ASA black and white, for pro results.) This was the camera that was good enough for David Bailey to barge his way into a wedding photo shoot during that seminal British Olympus TV commercial back in the day, and I like to think of it as a beggar’s Leica. Cheap as chips. If you can, scour Ebay for one.
But if modern all-singing and all-dancing digital is your domain and retro looks are your bag, then the E-P1 is the camera du jour: technically speaking, it has a 12.3Mp live MOS DSLR sensor, 100–6400 ISO, 3-inch screen, HDMI out, and even shoots 720p video. It’s barely 4.7 by 2.7 by 1.4 inches in size, and you can swap out lenses and attach a dedicated flash (also similarly retro styled yet technical punchy). And again, you can consider this a poor man’s Leica, their equivalent camera costing considerably more, as the E-P1 runs out at around eight hundred bucks, or seven hundred quid. For my money, it’s the better choice. After all, the Trip still serves me very, very well…

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Only numbers

The drive thru line is long, so I decide to park and go in. Never been inside this particular fast food joint, but they make a good chicken pita pocket, so I go for it. The parking lot is tight. Ridiculously tight. I wait for a giant Suburban to struggle its way through a twenty-point turn, before slithering into the spot it vacated. As I walk in, I pass a line of homeless folks sitting on the stoop out front. The cement is black with their time spent. Inside I instantly get a turnaround from a tall, bald, flame-tattooed white man waiting his turn at the register.

“Number 911!” shouts the Hispanic girl from behind the counter. “Your order is up!”

Flame man turns towards me. He’s looking at me but not looking at me. Then he leans into the elderly black woman between us in line and practically spits out the words, “911! Fuck. Remember that?”

“Uh-huh,” she says, shaking her head. “Terrible. Just terrible.”

“Shit… I was doing just fine before 911. Mother fuckers. We used to deal our drugs through the mail before that day! FedEx that shit! Damn.” The woman shakes her head again. I can’t tell if they know each other, but I’m thinking she’s his parole officer and humoring him. He’s fidgety, she’s stoic, her chin up, dressed nicely. He orders, gets his bag and walks past us. “Nice talking to you, ma’am,” and swaggers out.

—27 July 2009

Postcard by Tucker Nichols