Just as I’m not ipressed at all by, say, James Hetfield being able to play master of Puppets on a Fisher-Price guitar (as if it’s supposed to show how great he is, and where I’d be supposed to be all over the floor about how great an artist he would then be), I am not impressed by the occasional good photograph coming out of a Holga. Like, why should I be?
What would be so cool about Yo-Yo Ma playing on a Cello made out of plywood? Would that, like, show-off his talent, or better yet, make us understand that plywood is a legitimate material able to compete with any Stradivarius violin out there?
Sounds like Kraaaap but hey, it’s Yo-Yo Ma sounding like Kraaaap. There’s suddenly something beautiful about the kraaaap sound.
Because you know, a Holga is cheap junk and yet it’s a tool yadda yadda...
Anyhow, I threw my holga in the trash with great satisfaction. My daily dose of photography is always spent with quality gear. I won’t live long enough to have even a minute to spare with garbage in my hands. There’s just no amount of anything that will convince me to pick up a holga iver my Leicas, xpans, Rolleis...
