A few years ago, I found myself in Las Vegas for a corporate event. I’m not a Vegas kind of guy, I find everything just a bit too over the top for my tastes, plus I’m not really that much of a gambler. Not that I’m opposed or anything like that, more like I can’t sit still that long.
Over the years I’ve had to make this trip more times that I care to remember, always trying to find a diversion to make the trip at least somewhat worth the effort. Last year I grabbed my Nikon F3P, a roll of Kodak Porta 800 and got some shots of Old Las Vegas, aka ‘The Fremont Street Experience.’
Portra 800 is one of my all time favorite films, it can withstand so much abuse. This was basically my first shoot with the Nikon F3P so I set the shutter speed to 1/60 and the aperture to f/1.8, focused and fired. Way too easy.
The F3P is a workhouse of a camera and one of my regular carries. The brassing is a testament to the abuse it endured before it fell into my hands…..but I’m doing little to make up for its rough life. A camera like this is meant to be punished and used, it earned its stripes (its red swoop?) by being out in the elements, in the snow, rain, wind, heat, dust. Answering every press of the shutter release.
So back to the reason I was there in the first place, the corporate event. I dug up some video of one the opening ceremony from a few years ago (link below). In a strange turn of events, the guy that is introduced in this video and I ended up in his limo late at night (with several of the company execs) heading over to some late night dance club thing where we spent a few hours behind the velvet rope eating finger food and swilling gin and bourbon into the wee hours. Good times, wonder what ever happened to all of those people…..and how is it again that I got stiffed for the cost of the limo?