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There is an explanation for all this: romanticism. And whether we like it or not, Leica fanatics are the biggest romanticists in their camera purchase decisions. Every one is tinged with fantasy, be it emulating the eccentric street photographers of old with their mystical decisive moments, or the war photographers from Capa to Chapelle, hung with multiple rangefinders. It's a powerful selling point, and one that keeps some of us buying awkward old-fashioned equipment that actively makes life harder for us. Before the mob comes to lynch me, let me say I know this because I had that disease. Complete with the stigmata of black paint and brass gears, in my late stages I descended into M2 purity with no meter or batteries (or, perhaps, sense). I was cured by old film SLRs, as I rediscovered the uncomfortable truth that I was an SLR person at heart, and not a rangefinder person. I am not willing to confront how much money was spent on, what? - three M7s, two MPs, an M5, and M2 and one each of the M8, 8.2, 9 and Monochrom. Not much compared to all the lenses, I know. And now all sold at a considerable loss. All I have left is the stuff no one wants to buy (Visoflex, bellows, and Visoflex lenses). As they used to say in the anti-smoking ads in the Boys' Own Paper of the sixties, "the best way to stop is never to start". They say one hit of cocaine can make an addict of you. I say we should think that way about Leicas and Ferraris too.



