Tim Roxborogh on the joys of moaning about your holiday
"Did you mean for all your photos to be in panoramic mode?"
"Y-yes, yes I did," came the slightly stammered lie from my lips. It was 2003 and I was home from my first solo overseas trip, a two-and-half-week jaunt around Thailand and Malaysia. As was the case in those days, I was so excited to see all my holiday photos that the same day I'd landed back in New Zealand, I was down at the local photo shop.
Ah yes, the local photo shop. Not much of thing in 2019, but there I was, all my little plastic containers with my rolls of film in a bag, handed over for the modern wonders of "One Hour Photography". I'd then go to a neighbouring music store, browse through $30 CDs hoping to see something on special for a more affordable $20, and be back at the photo shop on the dot of 60 minutes.
For someone with such a giddy enthusiasm for holiday snaps, you'd think I'd have known how to have my camera on the right setting, but no. I flew 9500km to take 10 rolls of film in super wide-screen, panoramic mode. I didn't just lie to the man at the photo shop, I started lying to myself: "These photos actually look better like this! Exclusively panoramic photos might be my thing!"