Classic cameras are dangerous things, some day, without you knowing how, one may get into your life and you’ll suddenly experience yourself a great completeness feeling ‘oh I finally have a real classic camera’. Two things are now possible, A) you play with it for a while, run a roll or two through it and then go find another more healthy hobby/interest, such as collecting used cotton buds or count the number of seconds in a day. B) you start to use that thing called internet to look for more information on your classic camera.
Choose B and you’re sold, closed, door locked and key thrown to the river just at the point where the Niagara falls begin.
Guess what ? I chose B, so I’m one of those strange elements around which enjoys the sometimes compulsive need to buy, trade and use (and yes, sometimes, fondle) classic mechanical cameras.
Sometimes though, things are not as nice as we’d like, and some of the beauties come to us being far from perfect shape. It’s then when somebody like me, scared of just looking at a jeweller’s screwdriver, says something like ‘uh oh, another shelf piece’. However, even a chicken guy like me has some successful episodes of hero (suicidal) behaviour from time to time. It has been the case with my just repaired/rebulit Agfa Isolette.