Me, myself and dad's Yashica
As Marvin Heiferman mentions in the experiment "Photography Changes Everything", now a days you can say all of us are photographers, although I don't completly agree with this since I think you also need to have some kind of skills or vision to make something look beautiful and artistic. Sometimes even a little bit of luck.
Photography allow us, certainly, to play "pause" in our memories and the things we see by freezing time in that moment, capturing it, helping us to see things in "slow motion".
This is what photography means to me:
I remember when I was a kid and we were on vacation.
My dad's camera was with us all the time. I remember the first time he lent me his camera and showed me how to shoot: "When you are going to take the picture, inhale, hold that breath and don't exhale until you've heard the click".
It was exciting.
I can vividly rekindle how I used to go with him, holding his pinkie, inside of a photography store to buy more films or deliver the previous ones, anxiously waiting for a call some days later, that meant we were finally able to pick up the developed pictures.
It has always felt like something magical.
I sadly still remember when the Kodak's stores we used to go to closed because people were changing to digital cameras.
I have always dreamt of having a house with my own dark room to develope my owns pictures.
When I went to college in Spain, I had the chance to go on Erasmus.
Nine months studying abroad, a fascinating experience: the life in Kerkyra (Corfu), an island in the Ionic sea of Greece.
I started to make friends easily, most of them from the Language and the Audiovisual department.
And then I saw the chance: they had Photography courses. They were working with B&W films, depeveloping the film itself and the pictures.
I came back home in Christmas, asked my family to lend me the old Yashica saved in my closet for years and brought her back with me to Greece. Then the magic started to happen in front of my eyes. I was doing the magic with my own hands.
The smell of the liquids, the dark inside the room, the eyes hurting after an early morning inside of the lab while the noon sun was waiting outside, the relief when, at the time we were leaving the lab, the sunset had got us inside and the eyes had just to adjust to the faint street lights...
Around three years ago I managed to get an old and simple photography equipment in my village's bartering.
And this month Yashica has made all her way to the US along with me.
Photography to me means an oportunity. Oportunities to learn, to experience, to remember happy times, to have something that will last. My childhood. The capture of moments, the preparation. Exploring places, cities, lights and people... It is a way to look at life from a perspective you never thought you could look.
Photography is a part of me.
Photography allow us, certainly, to play "pause" in our memories and the things we see by freezing time in that moment, capturing it, helping us to see things in "slow motion".
This is what photography means to me:
I remember when I was a kid and we were on vacation.
My dad's camera was with us all the time. I remember the first time he lent me his camera and showed me how to shoot: "When you are going to take the picture, inhale, hold that breath and don't exhale until you've heard the click".
It was exciting.
I can vividly rekindle how I used to go with him, holding his pinkie, inside of a photography store to buy more films or deliver the previous ones, anxiously waiting for a call some days later, that meant we were finally able to pick up the developed pictures.
It has always felt like something magical.
I sadly still remember when the Kodak's stores we used to go to closed because people were changing to digital cameras.
I have always dreamt of having a house with my own dark room to develope my owns pictures.
When I went to college in Spain, I had the chance to go on Erasmus.
Nine months studying abroad, a fascinating experience: the life in Kerkyra (Corfu), an island in the Ionic sea of Greece.
I started to make friends easily, most of them from the Language and the Audiovisual department.
And then I saw the chance: they had Photography courses. They were working with B&W films, depeveloping the film itself and the pictures.
I came back home in Christmas, asked my family to lend me the old Yashica saved in my closet for years and brought her back with me to Greece. Then the magic started to happen in front of my eyes. I was doing the magic with my own hands.
The smell of the liquids, the dark inside the room, the eyes hurting after an early morning inside of the lab while the noon sun was waiting outside, the relief when, at the time we were leaving the lab, the sunset had got us inside and the eyes had just to adjust to the faint street lights...
Around three years ago I managed to get an old and simple photography equipment in my village's bartering.
And this month Yashica has made all her way to the US along with me.
Photography to me means an oportunity. Oportunities to learn, to experience, to remember happy times, to have something that will last. My childhood. The capture of moments, the preparation. Exploring places, cities, lights and people... It is a way to look at life from a perspective you never thought you could look.
Photography is a part of me.
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| Cat at its step door in Kerkyra (Greece) with a heart necklace |
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| By Marvin Heiferman in BOMB Magazine |
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