Yeah, it happens sometimes, right?
I was always in to crappy old trucks. The first vehicle I ever owned, age 19, was a Studebaker pickup. That ratty old thing was a blast. Life, sold it, always wanted another. Seven years ago I bought an International for $900 and brought it back to life. Now, through no fault of my own, about that same time, old pickups with āpatina paintā became all the rage. Now there I was, unintentionally virtue signaling my manhood and getting attention at every stop light. Almost as good as owning an M6, amirite?
My personal pretentious bourgeois necklace of desperation is an M3 and dual range Summicron mit goggles. Talk about anachronisms upon anachronisms. Still, I would feel better about myself if more people asked me if it was a Leica.
āOh, this old thing? Why, yes it is a Leica! Iād offer to take your portrait and send you a bespoke silver gelatin print, but you see, thereās not any film in it! I simply canāt afford any after buying my Leica! Would you like to know how much I paid? No, really, please ask me!ā