Regular readers who have managed to stay awake will know that I am was the proud owner of three Kiev cameras. To refresh your memory:
I say “was”, because I no longer have three Kiev cameras….
Yes, now I am the proud owner of eight Kiev cameras….
When I was a young chap I rather enjoyed fiddling with cars and eventually built one almost from scratch. Things were easier in those days, particularly when it came to the electronics. Wiring up the car took me weeks; but it was just a matter of getting my brain around hundreds of wires and attaching them to the right things; attaching them somewhere else when it didn’t work, and always having a fire extinguisher handy.
Nowadays there are black boxes and minimal wiring. If it breaks, you replace the black box; and where is the fun in that?
Same with cameras. If my GX1 failed I would not where to start fixing it; it’s more electronic than mechanical, and you can’t troubleshoot electronics by just looking at them.
But the Kiev is old-school. It’s all mechanical and full of gears and levers and shims and weird metal parts (a total of 730 separate metal pieces) which appear to have no function but are probably fundamental to the operation. I want to understand it; but know that my level of mechanical sympathy and aptitude means that anything I take apart for the first time is unlikely to function as the maker intended ever again. What I need is a low-cost example to practice on.
Enter my job lot of five severely fucked Kievs:
$5 each, a price I felt it wise to impart to she who must be obeyed immediately after advising her with some glee that this latest parcel contained five cameras. They certainly look crap, but some have workings shutters (I can soon de-rectify that), one has a working exposure meter; and they all have internals that can be removed, studied, photographed and catalogued so I may understand the functioning of the beast.
Then, when one of my three working Kievs inevitable fails, I will be able to repair it (or more likely destroy it and sell it off for $10).
Right, where’s my screwdriver (and hammer)….
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