That was the plan, at least.

The forecast was dreadful. Sheets of rain. The sort that makes sensible people stand under doorways pretending they meant to check their phone. I’d told myself that if it was bucketing down I’d retreat indoors – Tate, National Gallery, somewhere civilised.

Instead, I got off the train, looked at the sky, and decided to lean into it.

This was largely the fault of a Banksy book and far too many late-night documentaries about Banksy, King Robbo and London’s long-running wall wars. I’d filled my head with rebellion, aerosol and territorial disputes. The galleries could wait.

The streets felt more honest.

The Setup

I loaded the OM-1 with HP5 and pushed it to 800.
28mm f2.8 mounted.

That alone was unusual.

I’ve always been a 50mm shooter. Sensible. Centred. Slightly cautious. The 28mm usually stays at home, quietly judging me from the shelf.

I almost loaded Portra 400 before leaving. Colour felt logical. Graffiti equals colour, right?

But something made me change my mind at the door. Rain and black and white felt more honest. Less decorative. More texture. The sort of day that benefits from grain.

Camden: Runners and Umbrellas

The rain was relentless.

Camden Canal was first. Water rippling, brick slick with rain, underpasses dark and echoing. And runners. Endless runners.

Camden, I’ve decided, is the running capital of London. Every two minutes another Lycra-wrapped optimist splashed past. In the rain. Smiling. Possibly deranged.

One of them raised his arms as he passed. Maybe he thought I was photographing the canal. Maybe he thought I was documenting his athletic triumph. Either way, he gave me the frame.

Thank you very much.

The rain helped. Umbrellas became shapes. Reflections stretched into long, broken lines. HP5 at 800 loved it. Grain sat nicely in the shadows without feeling forced.

Camden’s graffiti felt layered but relaxed. Less shouting. More conversation.

I preferred it immediately.

Shoreditch: Art with an Agenda

Completely drenched, I retreated to the tube. There’s something humbling about dripping onto a Victoria Line seat while trying to look composed.

Shoreditch and Brick Lane were next.

The graffiti changed.

Here it felt sharper. More political. More pointed. Art with an agenda.

I’m not going to comment on the messages themselves. That’s not why I was there. But you can feel the difference. Camden feels like experimentation. Shoreditch feels like statement.

You don’t glance at these walls. They confront you.

Brick Lane: Chaos as a Design Choice

Brick Lane is something else entirely.

Graffiti on everything. Bins. Bus stops. Shutters. Bikes. Signs. If there is a surface, it will be painted, pasted or tagged. Probably twice.

It’s visual noise. Layer upon layer. Chaos as a design choice.

Sometimes a scene needs space to breathe. Brick Lane does not believe in breathing.

Maybe my head was overthinking it. Maybe that’s the point. It overwhelms. It refuses to simplify.

And then, hidden inside the noise, you find something unexpectedly tender.

That’s the trick. You have to earn it.

The 28mm Realisation

By the end of the day I’d shot around 65 frames across the locations. Wet, slightly cold, ankles filing formal complaints, and mildly over-caffeinated.

And something shifted.

I started the day a 50mm shooter.

I finished it quietly in love with the 28mm.

It fills the frame differently. It forces you closer. It demands context. It feels modern without trying. Ironically, it’s roughly the same focal length as an iPhone camera – which might explain why I’ve always overlooked it. Too familiar. Too everyday.

But on film, in the rain, it renders beautifully. It stretches space without distorting it. It makes walls feel immersive rather than flat.

Everywhere I go now, the 28mm comes with me.

The Result

I nearly hid in a gallery that day.

Instead I embraced the rain.

The weather added character. The grain added texture. The black and white stripped things back to form and message. Camden felt human. Shoreditch felt sharp. Brick Lane felt chaotic.

And somewhere between underpasses and political paste-ups, I stopped being a 50mm photographer.

Not bad for a day that was supposed to be indoors.

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Yes, £18. Pulled from a forgotten shelf in Barnstaple like a relic with potential. It looked more like an old Dictaphone than a camera, but there was something about it – that chunky sliding cover, that square flash port, the word Zuiko peeking out on the lens. Pair it with a roll of Kodak Tri-X 400, and you’ve got a time machine for capturing the unscripted, the overlooked, and the unapologetically real.

The Art of Disappearing

What struck me most about the XA3 is how easily it vanishes – not physically, thankfully, but socially. It slips into a pocket and into the moment. No one notices you raising it to your eye. You’re not a photographer anymore – you’re just someone passing through.

That’s crucial when you’re shooting in a city like London. People clock you in a second if you’re holding a chunky SLR or waving a Leica about like a status symbol. The XA3? It just hums along in your hand, letting you get close without becoming part of the scene. It’s discreet, it’s quiet, and it never once made me feel like I was “doing photography.” I was just there – walking, sweating, watching.

On a day when the tarmac was melting and tempers weren’t far behind, the XA3’s zone focus system was a blessing. No second-guessing. No fiddling. I left it in the middle range and trusted it to get on with the job. The auto-exposure took care of the light. I took care of the wandering.

And what light it was – the kind of harsh, angular summer sun that makes Tri-X sing. Shadows like ink spills. Pavement texture that bites. Skies blown out just enough to feel cinematic. The grain? Present and proud – not soft, not clinical, just that timeless TX400 grit that makes a street photo feel alive.

People, Patterns, and Poetry

The XA3 isn’t the original XA. It lacks the rangefinder, yes – but in return, you get speed, simplicity, and less to obsess over. You’re not measuring, you’re reacting. And London gave me plenty to react to.

At Ted’s Veg, arms flew in and out of frame in a kind of capitalist ballet – produce being picked, prices being barked, a tourist photographing a tomato. Around Tower Bridge, a dozen hands lifted phones at once to capture the same moment from the same angle, each person convinced they’d caught something unique. One frame shows a man asleep on the pavement while life rushes past him – suits stepping around, eyes locked forward, not a second glance given. And in that split second, I felt lucky to be holding a camera that didn’t hesitate.

These weren’t planned shots. They weren’t technically perfect. But they were real. That’s what I want more of now – images that feel like moments, not achievements.

No Pressure, No Pretense

When I developed the roll at home, I wasn’t expecting much. I hadn’t shot the XA3 before. But out of 36 frames, seven stood out – images that made me pause. They had weight, a rhythm, a bit of grime and soul in the grain. Not perfect. But honest.

That’s what this camera gives you: honesty over precision, truth over polish. And I’ll take that trade any day.

It reminded me why I love film – the delay, the doubt, the process. You can’t fix your way to better photos. You either caught it or you didn’t. And if you didn’t? You move on. No buffer previews, no second takes. Just the strange joy of trusting your gut and seeing what comes back.

Olympus XA 3 Final Thoughts

If you’re doing a 365 project, or just trying to shake the rust off after months of digital paralysis, the Olympus XA3 might be the quiet little kick you need. It’s not fancy. It’s not cool. But it gets out of the way and lets you see.

It’s simple. It’s clever. It forgives your mistakes but never hides them.

It won’t flatter your ego, but it will tell the truth. And in a city like London, that’s more than enough.

So here’s to small cameras, sharp film and the beauty of showing up with nothing to prove.

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