This article originally began its life as separate reviews of two different not-so-compact cameras. However at some point they merged into a comparison, and then evolved, like a hulking black plastic 80s and 90s point-and-shoot sort of Pokémon. Besides the two cameras having quite a lot in common, I found that I kept circling back to what I was looking for in the experience of using one of these cameras. What has emerged is a largely superficial comparison with plenty of self-indulgent musing, and reflections on how emotional response to an object can possibly impact experience. Humour me then, if you will, and read on.
I’m going to own up to it now, to pre-emptively caveat this Olympus mju-V review. I am one of the dreaded Millenials (or even Generation Z, depending where you draw the line) that are a significant part of the herd-like hipsters; hipsters that have inconsiderately driven up the price of old point and shoot film cameras.