On Film

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I finally had a roll of film developed that’s been sitting in an old Nikon EM that I got from a friends dad ages ago. I completely forgot what I shot on there – along with forgetting about that lucky packet excitement you get when you just got a roll back. Turns out it was shots from a December holiday about two years ago. They aren’t the best shots, but they have a lot of nostalgic value – that’s the beauty of film, it has an authenticity to it, a way of taking you back to a raw unedited moment in time.

My dad gave me his Pentax ME Super years ago, and I used it all the time before I got my DSLR. Film makes you think on your feet, makes you consider the shot much faster and more thoroughly because you are limited in the amount of shots. It makes you take in the moment because there’s no playback. It slows you down. There’s a beauty to it that I have forgotten about and can’t wait to rediscover. It’s completely different to the digital experience that I’ve become so accustomed to – so all in all it should be a pretty exciting experiment.

Side Note: I’ve also watched two documentaries that I think every single person who has a passion for photography, and mostly street photography, should watch. The first being ‘Everybody Street’ and the second being ‘Finding Vivian Maier’. It’s been a while since I have watched something that has left me feeling so inspired. They both resonate so strongly with my love for street photography and finding captivating moments amongst the chaos of everyday life. Highly recommend that you give it watch!

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A shift in perspective

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I’ve been asking myself lately what makes me truly happy? What gets me excited and makes me tick? Perhaps it’s that time of the year again, where everything starts to feel a bit dense, a bit monotonous, but that’s irrelevant really because the question still stands.

The answer is simple; photography. That’s what makes me happy. To pack a bag, to grab my camera and to go everywhere and nowhere in particular, to explore and observe.

I have a fascination with the way people live. With the way people move amongst each other on earth. Some with the dream of being noticed and others who are so blissfully content with simply being that it makes the wandering eye envious.

I want to spend my days capturing moments that come and go in a heartbeat. Moments that tells us  stories of happiness and sadness, of lives we may never live, but can become intertwined with for a brief period in time.

Photography has an alluring power which draws me to the medium as a form of expression. It’s embedded in the ability to be able to capture, for instance, a moment of melancholy as it washes over a face while the owner is unaware of its audience, or the moment of pure elation when everything falls away and the subject forgets about the watching eyes because at that point in time nothing else matters. It’s embedded in the ability to attempt to capture the raw unequivocal sense of what it is to be human, to be fragile, to be beautifully vulnerable.

That’s the magic of photography and it’s not only captivating, but addictive.

I grew up looking through National geographic magazines. I remember being filled with excitement every month when the new issue arrived. I would grab the package, rip open the yellow paper bag and plonk down on the couch. Looking at every page, reading, being mesmerised by the articles and photography that lived between its covers. That’s where my love for photography started, right there, in front of the copious amounts of Nat Geo’s that my Dad had collected over many decades. It’s a love that has grown more and more restless of late, and one that I feel I aught to explore. What this mean for me? To be frank – It’s somewhat terrifying and overwhelming, a shift in perspective, but I’m working on a plan – and that’s a start!

Side Note: Fresh shots of Cape Town are en route.

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For a Moment

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There is a calmness that washes over the city, it arrives with the rain. The hustle slows just ever so slightly as the early morning commute starts by dragging its feet.

The air smells of tar infused damp and the touch of the fog makes my skin tingle as I open my front door and step outside. For a brief moment, when I close my eyes, everything pauses and I can’t help but smile.

Cape Town – Winter ’15


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There is not much here but lingering whispers and the secrets that we hold dear. 

I’ve been feeling claustrophobic lately. The city gets that way after a while. Being away amongst fresh air and the company of special people was much needed, I wish it lasted a while longer.