Smile, you’re on candid camera!

In a world now saturated with high-resolution visuals, which are often sharp but empty, visual imperfection has regained its allure for me. So a couple of months back, I went in search of a handycam, to complement the film camera bought for similar reasons.

A handycam isn’t quite as analogue as a film camera. Still, it is enough steps behind current video recording quality, for the look and feel to transport me back to the early 2000s at a minimum. And why would I want to go all the way back there? Well, I have always been a person obsessed with documentation, first with words in a diary as a child, then through scrapbooks and photo albums as a teen and then eventually through digital albums and videos on blogs and social media. Lately, that last method has been the least fulfilling of the lot. Thousands of photos and videos die in the graveyard of my phone’s camera roll if not posted/shared, and draft after draft lie dormant in my Notes app.

The slowness afforded to me by my new (old) toys allows me to be more selective in what I shoot, when, and why. I’m not thinking about captions or matching certain cuts to trending audio, I’m just freezing moments with my favourite people in a format that feels most intimate to me. Not so say I have stopped making reels and TikToks day to day, that brings a different kind of creative satisfaction, but it is fleeting and very ego-driven (I’m just a chronically online girl). Making these little home videos and waiting a few months in between printing rolls of film, has helped in my efforts to slow down the pace of my life as well. It has helped me tap into increased intentionality, presence and acceptance. Acceptance of the randomness of being and the tiny imperfections that tie us together.