If you’ve never been on a photowalk before, you probably imagine one of two things. Either: A deeply serious group of people silently photographing brick walls while discussing focal lengths… Or: Twenty-seven people in expensive jackets fighting over the same pigeon.

I shot a roll of 11-year-old KONO! Reanimated Donau, ISO 6…With mixed results

I’m going to shoot another roll of Kodachrome 64 in this often ugly and topsy-turvy world of 2026. I’m using a Nikon FE with a beautiful 50mm f/1.4 Nikkor lens. What’s the point shooting a film, revered colour film, that prompted Paul Simon to sing about it, and a film to be made commemorating the fictional moment of the last roll to be developed at Dwayne’s Photo in Parsons, Kansas…With Ed Harris.

For two weeks, I decided to shoot a roll of black and white film every day. That was the rule. One roll. Every day. No excuses.

I developed the roll in this wild mixture, and the results were quietly strange in the best way: soft contrast, glowing highlights, and delicate marks left behind by the plants themselves.

That’s what expired film does best: it reminds you that photographs aren’t about perfection. They’re about chance, about the way time alters everything.

So when Leica dropped Monopan 50, my inner film nerd did a little dance.

Analogue photography thrives on this kind of community. Unlike ordering film online or uploading images to a faceless server, supporting a local lab keeps the culture alive in real time.