Leica M240 For Sale

Yes, I’ve been gone for some time. Health issues, ennui, sick of what photography has become, Grumpy Old Man syndrome all have contributed. Have absolutely nothing more to say.

I’ve turned 64 today. Physically healthy for the most part, I figure I’ve got 10 more years unless cancer comes back and gets me sooner. To that end, I’m retired, travelling, riding motorcycles. The cameras sit on the shelf unused, looking for someone to pass them on to who’ll use them and appreciate them.

I’m selling everything. I’m beginning with my Silver M240 – not a shelf queen ( has small scratch on side and side baseplate) but operates flawlessly and hasn’t been used much. Comes with the original boxes etc

$2800 plus $50 shipping within US.

Email me at leicaphilia@gmail.com

7 thoughts on “Leica M240 For Sale

  1. Jack Baty

    I was _just_ visiting here yesterday wondering if you were OK. I’m happy to see an update! Good luck with your sales, although I’m a little sad to hear the reasons for them. I bet motorcycles are fun, too, though!

    All the best,


  2. Rob Campbell

    Great to see you back here – not so great to think you don’t have the enthusiasm to write, which you do so well.

    Yeah, I have pretty much stopped shooting too, mainly because there’s nothing left to say about this little corner of the sticks where I live.

    “What photography has become…” kinda says it all, in a way, but unless you have to do it for a living, it shouldn’t colour your own vision at all, especially when you have the freedom of the ultimate photographic indulgence: absolute autonomy. Nobody is obliged to join instagram – you can avoid a lot of stuff if you want to. To my chagrin, I soon discovered that without the endorsement of a commission, none of it meant a whole lot to me: if you know that you can go out and shoot something without having to cross your fingers that you won’t screw up technically, it gets increasingly difficult to find a purpose in it all. There’s nothing to prove. Repeating the same shots forever is no solace.

    In place of such pointless exercises in futility, I have found another just as pointless, but at least new: I now spend much time researching photographers for whom I have respect. It’s turned into a little exercise in amateur detective work: there’s a not so crooked line joining so many of them, mostly through the girls they would once photograph. It’s truly fascinating to observe the cross-pollination of style that seems to grow into a kind of common denominator when a handful of snappers spends a lot of time with the same small group of, for want of a better word, muses. I see it with people as diverse as Deborah Turbeville and Arthur Elgort: the common factor linking them, model Chris Royer, seems to, when they are with her, take them down the same sorts of little detours. In most ways, you’d not really be inclined to put Bob Richardson and David Bailey in the same bag, but look at what becomes of them when they use Angelica Huston!

    Anyhoo. Do whatever you like, but take one small nugget of advice from a guy much older than you: never let yourself end up without a single, good camera and maybe two lenses. You just can’t read the future, and trust me on this: one of the things you’ll kick yourself hard for is having to start again from scratch because of a period of madness. Yep, madness. It’s sometimes called the male menopause: I’ve had a couple of them. Currently, I’m so far back into my second childhood that I have grown up to being eighteen again. If only the physical had kept pace with the spiritual. I finally bought an iPhone to replace my old Samsung, and no, despite the pretty colours, a cellphone ain’t no camera, not even with Eve’s munched apple on it.

    I wish you luck with the selling – I was generously offered a nice camera for nothing not so long ago, but had to turn it down: importing one into Spain would mean paying a host of taxes on it, zap the warranty if a Nikon and create more hassle than anybody needs. I expect two visits from relatives this summer, and either of them could bring in a new Z6 or Z5 for me from the UK, but the warranty would be killed, and on and on. Fuck Brexit.

    Enjoy your life; whilst not a rehearsal, I do think it’s more a part of a continuing story.


  3. garlo

    Glad to see that you are okay. Perhaps you would drop a note here once in a while about this new phase of your life?

  4. Dan Newell

    Dude, on page 16 of the Men’s Things You just Have to Know book….Cameras and Motorcycles Go Together. Right there in black and white.
    If you’re sporting a full-face helmet, that hole you’re looking through, strangely resembles a 21mm view…how convenient.

  5. Dogman

    I often find myself coming to your site, hoping you had started writing again. Nice to see something today, nice to hear you’re healthy and nice to find you active and enjoying life but I’m disappointed to see you’re selling off your gear and not planning a long series of future blogs. Or a new book–loved “Car Sick”. I would have loved buying your M240 but I’m trying to save my pennies for a Q2 Monochrome. At the rate I’m going, I’ll have enough around 2099. Until then I’ll just make do with my old cameras.

    Best of luck to you, Tim. If you get the itch to take pictures and/or write the blog again, I’ll be lurking.

    1. Rob Campbell

      Keep saving your pennies: everybody I read who bought one (a Q of any stripe) ended up selling it.

      Big problem is the viewfinder: there is no thick rubber spacer between face and glass, and the thing turns out to be as useless as any cellphone in bright light: the image vanishes into reflections that come slippin’ and a slidin’ in from the sides, from above. How ironic, then, that the non-M bodies have good viewfinders. I guess the entire M genre and its lookalike spinoffs are now seen as sucker bait, where history trumps function. How funny that people forget how almost the entire photojournalist class went across to Nikon from M during those post-WW2 conflagrations in the East, yet that very same pj world is used as as advertising symbol for the perpetuation of the myth,

      Guess that’s some kind of sacrilege in certain circles… the very last photographer for whom I worked had an M3 along with Nikon etc. The only thing we used that M for was recording static room sets for BBCtv dramas, where the 21mm was better than anything from Nikon. That said, and I know I’ve mentioned it before, but I also printed those resulting negs and they were different to Nikon, giving a distinctive black and white tonality. Leica does do lenses differently – of at least it did in the 50s!

      But hey, knowing something to be true or otherwise isn’t always enough to save us from ignoring the facts: there’s a tiny touch of the masochist in all of us – moi aussi.

      To end this on an idle, irrelevant note: if that lottery ticket turns to gold, I shall book a French Canals tub, and offer free tickets to special persons, who by now should know who they are, to ride with me from Atlantic to Mediterranean – and back, if we haven’t killed one another, one by one. Imagine envying a tv chef. On the other hand, what if nobody accepts the freebies? Is there no perfect day?


  6. Gavin Lowe

    Tenet insanabile multos scribendi cacoethes….and long may it be so in your case.

    I don’t think I am the only one to have missed your writing, and am pleased that your self-denying ordinance has broken (even if it is to announce you have nothing more to say). There will be more to say, but perhaps it will take time.

    We have been living through a strange period. I have noticed a falling away of the creative impulse all around me (it might be an age thing), but I trust that if we wait patiently it will return.


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