Brassed Off: Steven gets tired of waiting and gets out the sandpaper
It was the dead of night last Friday when Steven took the emery paper to his six-year-old M9. The old girl had stood up to fierce handling over the years but stubbornly refused to show even a sliver of brass beneath the black finish. Steven couldn't understand this. Kai Elmer Sotto over in Singapore had a perfectly brassed M-P after a mere 18 months. He swears it had succumbed to natural causes, with nary a trace of abrasive in sight.
When I met Steven on Saturday morning in Portobello Road he was looking rather sheepish. Had he done something silly? It was a bold move on Steven's part and I couldn't wait to inspect. I did feel that ten hours with a mildly rough cloth could have been preferable to ten minutes with the sandpaper, but who am I to criticise? I often do daftish things myself.
The deed is now done. Irrevocable. The M9 carries on into old age taking perfect pictures (it has already has its sensor replaced) and it is well out of date for Leica Passport as was. So no chance of a repaint.
This is catching. First Kai Elmer, then Steven. Can I resist?
My new M-D camera could benefit from a bit of brassy effect but it's decidedly too early to start rubbing. Nevertheless, I have a sneaky feeling that brassed Ms could be more valuable than mint examples, but only to the brassed-off cognoscenti. I am determined not to mollycoddle this one. It had better show some natural brass or I shall threaten it with Steven and his emery paper.