I have a chronic Noctilust after trying out Leica’s finest battleship, the f/0.95 Noctilux at Mayfair on Thursday. The Sirens of Solms obviously missed a trick when naming this monstrous light-sucker. It should have been the Noctilust, which is how I shall think of it. I was warned by my photographer friend George James not to lay hands on it for fear of infection. I didn’t listen. Fortunately I can’t afford it. Period.
