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I got this 80s lens cheap but it has this weird shit on inner lens, IPA doesn't do shit.
What is this shit and how do I remove it?

ITT: glass has cancer.

What makes Japan such an desired place for photography? I'm really trying to understand the hype around it. When I visited of course the size of Tokyo itself opens lots of opportunities but I quickly notice that it gets repetitive rather fast. All muh taxis look the same, the buildings have a pattern that repeats a lot. If you've seen a few shrines/temples.. in the end they all look the same. Even if you visit other prefectures you won't see much of a difference. Whenever I see camera vlogs or flickr uploads in Japan I now tend to skip because it's always the same.

My current number one location would probably be Germany. Still safe enough to bring your camera with you, every state has it's own architectural style. Towns are usually a comfy mix between old medieval houses in the center with grim 60s bauhaus constructions that look really odd. Also home of Leica where this sort of everyday compact photography started.

What do you think? What's your prefered location?

Posting all his series.

Posting first:
Early Works

(SELECT WORKS)

1984 - 1987

Are CCD bridge cameras the best way to hop into the CCD trend? I don't want to have to get APS-C lenses for a CCD SLR and digital point and shoot seem terrible. Anyone have experience or their own shots to post? TIA

So what's your excuse, /p/?

Post em

If it is pleasurable, why is kitsch considered worthless?

I have been contemplating buying a real camera for years, but never managed to figure out which camera and which lense to get.

/p/ always discourages me further, with their very mean comments, gate keeping, recommendations of only cameras that are not in production anymore, etc

Why are you people like this ?

He starts his day with his beautiful photographic tool, prepared the night before in hopeful anticipation of a day full of visual wonder. Every lens, camera, and sometimes film, combination explored in his mind for the plethora of scenic possibilities that may confront him during the day at hand. He awakes, proudly slinging his camera du jour, venturing to a local café where he may map out his “photo walk”.

Reality sinks in with each sip of his oat milk latte. For months, even years now, he has attempted to capture beautiful, fleeting and increasingly disappearing moments, of a world growing uglier by the day, for a narcissistic audience growing more jaded, self-absorbed and increasingly negative. His images must compete with a digital bombardment of auditory, textual and video excess: algorithmically perfected to a new golden ratio of 1/3 talking-head to 2/3 rage-inducing stimuli. What right does he have to add another speck of white noise to the swarm?

He sighs and takes out his iPhone 17 Pro, carefully composing a tableaux of his static, unused camera with the Leica-red coffee mug, which is sadly one of the reasons why he frequents this cafe. With a click of the iPhone’s screen, 15 raw images are captured instantaneously, stacking them to maximize dynamic range, remove noise, enhance details, followed by the processor’s detection of the subject, auto-masking and then blur effect to simulate “bokeh” and finally a pleasing film-like color science filter is overlaid.