You know what I love the most about pho­to­graphy? Espe­cially in our digital day and age (stop being nos­tal­gic for a moment, hip­pies), we have every oppor­tun­ity to doc­u­ment, visu­ally, who we are and what we’re doing and who we’re doing it with. We get to keep every memory, freeze framed, our young (well, some of us are still young), fresh faces packed neatly into little pixels. One day we will unpack the boxes (or hard drives) we’ve col­lec­ted and remem­ber those days.

… and while it sounds overly sappy and emo­tional, I love to think about that when I carry my cam­era around for the week­end (or any given day for what it’s worth) and snap my friends, the parties, everything down to the most embar­rass­ing grim­aces and situ­ations and the events we hunt down — from protests to clubs, from flea mar­kets to shop­ping sprees. They tend to hate me for that. Even more so when I pub­lish them online for the rest of the world to see. But I can’t res­ist, my lovely friends are too pho­to­genic, and it’s my per­sonal pleas­ure to share this beau­ti­ful city with them. Secretly, we all want to be able to look back on the most beau­ti­ful days of our lives, and I’m try­ing my best to pre­pare for that moment ded­ic­ated to memories…