It’s OK if you don’t like them. I do, enough for the both of us.

Sometime last year I bought myself a little plastic camera, a leaky light raft of a camera that from the very start made no promise of perfection. But it was perfect for me, I thought, because I can teach myself a lesson on letting go. I have a wicked addiction to perfectionism that I war with. Sometimes it’s bloody, bloody, this endless fight to resist trying to be perfect all the time. And of course I’m not, so part of the battle is admitting it. Here, Internet! I admit it!

So this film is the first of my perfectly imperfect experiment. It had been tumbling around in my car for a couple of weeks after I decided it was about time to see what happened. Not that it was any big thing. I was just preoccupied with other things. And these are what I found, these hidden gems in the roll. Gems to me, anyway. Rough and tumble, blurry and imperfect.