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I wish I still had my copy of this book. Well, I think it was this book (they have the same Nautilus on the cover), but there are no different editions and I'm really too lazy to go looking to make sure I have the right one.

Regardless, for a while when I was young I thought I wanted to be a photographer. I spent hours and hours in the dark room in high school, trying to achieve the perfect prints. Since it was sound and light proof, I'd take my mix tapes in there (only one person has ever made a comparably awesome tape like I did, yo - I wonder what happened to him?) and sing along under my breath as I attempted to get the filters and focus and size and everything just so...inspired by this book, a friend even allowed me to take some (tasteful) nudes of her. Of course I gave her the negatives and the prints once I'd satisfied myself that I could do it...but nothing I shot ever came close to achieving Weston's perfection. How could it? I was 15/16/17 and had no little idea what I was doing.

I seem to have strayed from my point, which is what happens when I'm writing reviews because I don't want to get back to the book I'm currently reading.

Sorry!

(Civilian Defence is still my favourite.)