I have an obsessive/compulsive behavior towards photography which is: I have to take pictures every day!
Every single day with few exceptions, I develop a film and scan the film of the day before. Every single day I take a camera with me and I use it.
On the boat, on the subway or walking to work, on my lunch break.
It’s hard to explain but… taking pictures remind me of who I am and what I am. Like most people I have a 9 to 5 kind of job, I’m a father, I’m also a son and a brother, I have responsibilities more important than photography.
I try to be a better father everyday, a better son, a better brother a better graphic designer… but when I’m walking on my way to work, or taking the subway, or getting up at 4 am to take pictures of dead seagulls on the beach, or taking pictures of a beautiful woman… I’m none of that and I’m also all of that.
It’s me, my selfish me playing around in this little space between my ears. Every time I press the shutter and every in between makes sense.
It’s not an escape it’s just another way of belonging.
(Please excuse the rough English)