The Leica Obsession Begins

I bought the Leica Q2 on a bit of a whim. The reviews raved about its simplicity, the cultish forums whispered promises of 'soulful images,' and if I’m honest—I just wanted something that made photography feel pure again.

Rediscovering Stillness

As a filmmaker, I’m always thinking in movement—shutter angles, sequences, transitions. The Q2 slowed me down. Suddenly, I was looking at the world like a poet again. I wasn’t trying to get the shot—I was waiting for it to come to me. And when it did, it usually had texture, light leaks, and a strange intimacy I hadn’t felt since I first picked up a camera as a teen.

Technicals (If You Care)

Fixed 28mm Summilux f/1.7 ASPH. Weather-sealed. Insane sharpness. Built-in macro that surprisingly slaps. The autofocus? Fine. Not Sony-fast, but fast enough when your subject is a shadow on a wall or your mate laughing in golden hour light.

From Workhorse to Muse

This camera doesn’t replace my FX3. It never could. But it reminds me why I started. Why the best image isn’t always the most polished one, and how the act of observing can be just as fulfilling as creating.

Three Things I’ve Started Doing Again

• Taking photos just for myself.

• Walking without a destination.

• Printing stills and taping them to my fridge.

Final Thought

If the FX3 is my weapon, the Leica Q2 is my sketchbook. Both serve a purpose. But only one fits in my jacket pocket—and makes strangers ask, “is that film?”