Analog photopgraphy as a medium of expression was a spark that started in eleventh grade in an elective photography class. Back then we were even in the dark room developing our film. I remember taking my film camera to my brother’s hockey game and snapping pics of him and my mom talking before the game. He was only seven there, cooky and grimacing. Those first pictures remain my favourite.

After a brief hiatus, I found my parent’s old film camera, got it fixed up and started toying around with it. There are so many settings and apertures and so on that I learned that I’ve just forgotten now. Like anything I do, the technical details so often fly over my head and I get enraptured by the storytelling of it all. I am not a professional by any means, but I am a passionate hobbyist. I have enjoyed being behind the camera, concept creation, and art directing my visions. Only analog photography has gripped my interest as I find immense beauty in capturing something momentary, ephemeral, vulnerable, exposed, imperfect and hopefully flawed.

Apart from the breathtaking image quality and saturation of colour of film, I am most inspired by stories, moods, emotions. Moments of everyday life. I gain inspiration through nature, fashion, the 60s and 70s aesthetic and most of all the people I’m around. Carrying this camera around reminds me of my mom. She is a beautiful photographer. I love imagining her in the 90s, my age, snapping pics of her friends and her life. It’s an indescribable feeling, but with each shot I take, I feel like I get closer to seeing out of her eyes.