I recently visited Paris with one of my best friends in the world, and brought along my Holga film camera. The fun thing about Holgas is that they’re such cheap, unreliable cameras you never know exactly what your photos are going to look like until after they’re developed. Getting to see the negatives is either a sweet surprise or a total disappointment. The resulting photos have a very dream-like quality, which seems fitting since an amazing, whirlwind trip often feels like a dream. I think the delayed gratification of shooting film definitely has its appeal!
{This was ALL chocolate. Score!}