A blurry-soft and dreamy-toned Diana image is more an interpretation of reality than a correct representation of it.
In a way, it’s somehow more accurate to compare the Diana to an oily vintage typewriter
than to a megapixel machine of today
Who could resist the charms of its plastic body? How could you not absolutely love its lo-fi masterpiece photos? Something this beautiful, this classic, and this crucial to the world of analog photography
shouldn’t have suffered such an early demise.