Today I saw the cutest camera ever. I suppose I overlooked it, firstly because on paper it doesn't look like much and second because I am prone to overlooking things I don't pine over in some way or another. This is a darling version of my tool of trade a lot more expensive than a toy, but not good enough for what I aim for, so it's a bitch to consider it for what it is - just so incredibly, ridiculously adorable.

Fujifilm FinePix X100

The design is simply instant karma. This is the sort of camera that your dreams think all cameras are like. When you look through, that's the "stolen moments" machine if ever there was one. Okay, granted, it's missing two things that my fundamental childhood photo education distinctly recalls and that's the sound of the shutter mirror retracting (that I sometimes just LISTEN in Mark, not even taking picture, just LISTENING to taking pictures...) and the little thumb switch that pulled the film forward. My first tiny machine was a Minolta, but it was almost identical to this one. 

         Course, this little shit costs like it's made of hazelnuts and the 35 mm lens, although user-friendly, does require a certain amount of pre-knowledge ... and a lot of love for reportage shots. There's something very intimate with a frame like this. Something very Lucy Berliner. 

         Seriously. The game changers we find when having coffee with friends..