Brassy Leicas: Strange happenings, hauntings and wabi-sabi dreams
Our story on Friday recounting my meeting with Kai Elmer Sotto and his wabi-sabi brassy Leica M-P has proved to be a haunting experience for many. Readers and netizens alike are lusting after a similar camera of their own.
It has certainly been preying on my mind and I now find myself acting strangely. This morning, for instance, I was to be seen in Berkeley Square (having returned the road test SL and zoom to Leica and feeling newly fleet of foot and fancy-free) walking along while gently rubbing the top left corner of my hitherto-pampered M-P against the palm of my left hand. Every few paces I took a surreptitious glance to detect evidence of brassing, but all to no avail.
I need to get much more aggressive and I shall be throwing the poor thing around over the next couple of weeks in constant hope of results. Any brassing successes will be reported.
Ivor Cooper of Red Dot offered to take the M-P home and introduce it to some fiendish DIY tool he has lurking at the back of his garage. That, I feel, is cheating and much to be deplored. Thanks, Ivor, for the thought.
Fortunately I am not the only one smitten. The Sotto Saga has proved incredibly popular and the readership statistics on this one article have been soaring. It seems #brassing is trending this week in obsessive Leica circles.
My friend Jim Arnold from Ohio reports equally strange happenings in his household:
That article got into my head. Last night I had a dream where I was carelessly letting my M6 swing about and it rammed it into something. The top plate was warped. I felt the sadness that would occur if this really happened.
We've all been there, Jim. I remember vividly the night the 50mm Apo-Summicron rolled off the desk, landing on a tiled floor with the front element shattering into a thousand pieces. Fortunately I knew I had Leica passport. Unfortunately, though, I woke up to find Leica UK killed the passport on April 1 in a cruel jest.
Lot to answer for
But Kai Elmer Sotto clearly has a lot to answer for. In my crystal ball I see legions of Leica owners furiously rubbing their top plates in order to introduce some wabi-sabi into their lives. Where do we go from here, I wonder.