Perhaps ‘provisional adulthood identity moratorium’ is a more appropriate term for my quarter life crisis, which stems from the realisation that being a pro-photographer for

the power of mundaneity is a phrase i throw around pretty regularly these days and that in itself is why i must rant about it

Instagram is taking much of my photo concern as of late, trying to understand the platform, the audiences and the producers, be it photos, video

“It’s ironic that as photographs have become easier to make and there are more photographers than ever before- making more photographs- the pictures are worse.”

For a very long time I’ve been a voluntarily sidelined opponent to the instagram movement, purely because I believe in notions relating to presentation and

hello estranged blog that i may be turning to for some sort of anti-textual solace that i miss since seemingly slipping into the real world

  whenever i’ve a stint of not posting on my blog i can’t help but question everything, mainly relating to my passion and what it

                        slipping into rhythm is definitely something i have no trouble with, not because

            thank goodness for airports otherwise i’d never be motivated to painstakingly scour my flickr logs for colourific representations of