The Olympus OM-1 was made in 1972. The shutter dial is on the lens mount, the aperture is on the lens, the meter switch is on top, the rewind crank is on the left. Everything is exactly where I want it after fifty years of refinement, exactly nowhere of where modern designs put it.
My digital body has a touchscreen, fourteen buttons, six function rings, and a menu system five levels deep. I've owned it for three years and still hold it wrong about half the time. The OM-1 — I never hold wrong. The dials are large, the throw is long, the click is unmistakable. You don't look at the camera; you feel it.
This is why people still pay for these old cameras. It's not nostalgia — it's that good design used to favour the hand, not the chip.