I never set out to be someone who would even consider selling their loved Leica M2. That camera was a promise to myself – a commitment to shoot black-and-white film properly, and to do it on a Leica.
I’d romanticized the process, of course, and rightfully so. There’s something sacred about spooling Fomapan 400 into that cold metal body, manually advancing the frame and knowing that each shot demands attention.
