So… this is Conchi.
A Rolleicord born in 1950: 75 years old, full of stories, and still taking better photos than I do on a good day.
All mechanical, no batteries, no mercy.
If you mess up, it’s your fault. If you forget to wind the film, also your fault. And if you drop her… well, she’ll probably survive. You won’t.
I named her Conchi: a very Spanish name for a very German camera. Serious, cold, intimidating… but with a soul.
Shooting with her is… different.
Everything’s reversed: left is right, right is left.
It’s like trying to navigate life without GPS.
This project is all about that.
No digital backups, no instant previews. Just patience, film, and a bit of blind faith.
Because who needs convenience when you can have anxiety and nostalgia in one click?
After all, there’s something magical about using a camera that’s survived wars, decades, and owners (and still works perfectly).
She’s not fast, she’s not modern… but she’s honest.
Meet Conchi.
My 1950 Rolleicord.
Let’s see what the old lady can do.