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nyc, 2024. i love this city.

i dropped out of uni not long before i took this photo, after taking three substantial breaks in my enrolment to battle my own mind for months on end. i had already graduated with a bachelor's degree two years prior, but was trying my hand at an art degree this time. in my first year i lived as a muse, all 21 years of my naivete fuelling my desire to model, mostly naked, for any photographer who asked. i loved it. i balanced my nakedness by photographing men naked and women fully dressed, with the exception of my best friend at the time who was my own muse (and i hers). i spent less than two years modelling and being weird and naked and photographing naked people before i had a break from class and everything changed. all the weird people moved away and i lost my closest friend to the childish fueds of our early 20s, and never managed to photograph the same way again. i realised this during this photoshoot, where i took photos of two friends who were strangers to me and gave me a reason to shoot film again. i've spent the last few weeks looking through darkroom prints from the years before this shoot, and i think i've almost found the heart i left in them (and the desire to shoot with and pose for weirdos again).

don't be sorry, it made me so happy to see someone enjoying my photos <3 you are so kind and this genuinely made my day, thank you 🥹

fennel, 2025

i went to this place, that i don't think exists anymore, with two friends many years ago. one was trying to set me up with the other and i was too busy building a graveyard out of sticks.

trying to remember how it feels to love being here

from when i did a darkroom class for uni, 2020. hand developed, home scanned. i gave up cleaning off the dust and fixing scan lines very quickly.

and let her call me back once i've left

one of my first rolls of 120, shot sometime in 2023 (and under-developed by me today). i shot the whole roll with the dark slide in and had to unroll/reroll it in my jumper to shoot again, properly. thankfully, my new mamiya reminds me that my dark slide is in otherwise this would be a ritual by now.

through the back window of the car (as i sat in the boot and watched the world disappear in front of me)

earth

i love it here

sometimes (at every chance you get) you need to walk your camera straight into the ocean.

it feels good to be travelling, it feels good to shoot film.

i found this photo on my old blog that i thought was lost - i think i took it in 2017. i didn’t start shooting film until the following year. i lost these vans somewhere recently, in between moving out and moving back home, and i was devastated. i got them when i was 13 and held onto my teen years by wearing them constantly for close to ten years. i still wear vans and take my cameras on show rides and wear green jeans and spend all my money just to go on one ride at the show every year. i look way cooler now with heaps of tattoos and a sadness i just can’t shake.

sometimes, in my archives, i find a person who doesn't exist anymore and i let her live again, albeit it briefly. self portrait, 2021, with enough dust to allude to a home scanning job.

another shadow portrait, no closer to taking an actual photo of myself. my garden, 2026.