There’s something a little bit annoying when you go to London and realise you’ve forgotten your camera. Even more annoying when you remember your camera but then realise the memory card is sat nicely in your Macbook SD slot…210 miles away.
Never mind! I can just use the camera on my phone right? 8 megapixels is better than my old Pentax compact and that was a beauty!
How foolish I am. Bag of crap phone won’t focus, compensate for light levels or even synchronise the shutter sound with when the image is captured…because hearing the fake sound of film being wound on is essential to photography, clearly.
I guess my point is, why equip a phone with an 8MP ability if the fundamentals are so floored you’ll get a terrible photo even if you used a tripod?
Phone issues aside, South Kensington was pretty decent. Once you remember you’re in Chelsea and that £3 pint is now £4.60 it was easy to see why every other car is a Porsche. Although sending your children to school in uniforms reminiscent of a day out with Mary Poppins might still take me a while to grasp.
