Point and shot film OLIMPUS camera, with a 35mm f/ 3,5 lens; I used to go on summer camps armed with this device eager to document my adventures, and with it I took wich became probably the worst pictures ever taken by a kid cutting not only heads but also entire bodies and leaving ownerless arms and legs hanging from tha margins. Refering to my focus habilities, the image of my chilhood is a chromatic undistinguishable blur in wich I recognize my friends by the size of their bodies. Occasinaly, I looked through the viewfinder before shoting and got the identifiable face of the girl I was in love with. I never expected the Olimpus to give me any reason of joy, photographically speaking. But this film camera may offer surprising results now and despite being bigger than any small digital it still fits in a pocket and I carry it everywhere. To be proved shortly. KUSMI is a pleasure to the senses to any tea lover. Enjoyable from the packaging untill the moment you throw the delicate bag to the garbage. MUJI pens and a fish-pen that reminds me inevitably of my father. Professor in biology, the summers at the beach with him transformed the ocean in an enormous aquarium filled with amazing creatures with latin names and eating habits that started in breathtaking survival stories. We would only get out of it at lunch time with the red marks of our diving masks.