I was always armed with a 35mm camera in my younger days. My grand-mother’s (Mémé) second husband Gérard had an old enlarger in his attic. As a little galopin, I never paid much attention to the odd old relic. Too busy dressing up in his Swiss military uniform swashbuckling with the heavy rifle and bayonette. But one day I came back to visit my Mémé and old Gérard. He saw that I was always holding my Yashica. He pulled out some old dusty photo books from his younger days. He and Mémé were quite the dashing couple vacationing in the south of France. The were all his photos that he’d developed long ago in his darkroom. He told me to go up to the attic and see if I could find his old enlarger. And I did!
The old girl followed me on my photo voyage to New York City, Boston and back to Switzerland. I showed my three boys how to use it, and it still works. And original from Dresden Germany. It didn’t have a negative holder for 35mm film, only bigger formats. So one day I roughly cut one out with the only dull razor blade I could find, and it created a perfect frame. It was and still is absolute perfect imperfection. Above is one of my favourite photos from about 1983.