It all began innocently enough. A listing on the local craiglist website caught my attention one morning late last year; “Hasselblad 500C/M, excellent condition - $400″. No picture of the camera, just a contact number. I re-read it a few times and then continued browsing the other ads. After all, having invested heavily in digital equipment over the last few years, and being more than happy with the results I was getting from that medium, why would I need a film camera? However, during the rest of the day, I found myself returning to that listing with alarming regularity…

Hasselblad 500C/M
A little background may be in order. My interest in photography was ignited by my father, himself a very accomplished photographer, when he gave me my first camera (I think I was about ten). It was a Polaroid Land Camera which took black and white instant film giving eight exposures per pack (if I remember correctly). Although it was little more than a plastic box with a lens, I loved that camera!
My Dad would bring home packs of film once or twice a week and I would prowl around the house, or the neighbourhood, clicking away at anything that took my interest, stopping only to peel apart the developed images. My fascination with photography was complete, although I sometimes think that my addiction was more to do with the fumes from the chemicals that were contained in a pod on each sheet of film than the images I was producing!
My interest in photography grew and grew. I would spend my pocket money on publications like “What Camera” and “Amatuer Photographer” and, after devouring all the articles, would pour over the advertisments from the big camera dealers, staring in wonder at machines I could never even dream of owning; Nikons, Canons and, more than any other, Hasselblads.
Ah, the almighty Hasselblad! Handmade in Sweden, with a level of craftmanship that was uncommon then and is downright rare today, it was the camera system of choice of a lot of the photographers whose work I admired; Bailey, Lichfield, Donovan, and the rest of the London “Brat Pack”. It was also outrageously, almost criminally, expensive! Back then I was convinced that although this was the camera I would most dearly love to own, it was also one that I never would.
This was in the late Seventies, and I’ve been through a lot of equipment since then, but my desire to own a Hasselblad and to experience in person the quality of the images that it can produce never diminished.
So, back to the craiglist ad. I called the guy later that day and met him after work to look at the camera. It had belonged to his father and although it had not been used for a while, everything appeared to function well and both camera and lens were in excellent condition. There was also a bag which had various film backs and accessories inside, along with the original boxes and manuals for most of the items.
It was love at first sight and there was no way I was leaving that meeting empty handed. So it was with a smile on my face (and an empty wallet!) that I made way home that night, and not even the grey, rain-filled sky could dampen my spirits!