Shopping for blood oranges, and documenting it as part of the Fru-Gal challenge for Eco-Age. Today is the last day in my week-long style diary of second-hand stories. The clothes are second-hand, not the stories. That would be cheating. My Dad took both these photographs last weekend when he visited me in Paris, but the one below was taken on his enormous 80s Fujifilm second-hand medium format camera, and then developed himself at home. He's getting pretty good at it. It makes digital photography look so second-rate.