“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.” – Oscar Wilde
The other day I found myself in the storeroom sifting through shelves looking for a particular book I have been putting off reading until I came across an old shoebox hidden in the corner. Opening the box I found my middle school photographs and began to look through each one.
There was this particular one with myself and three friends, arms around each other’s shoulders posing by the side of the pool and remembered (with a degree of amusement) that right after the photograph was taken, one of us slipped into the pool dragging the rest of us in.
Sigh, those were the days.
It is in our older age, when memories have faded that we realise the value of a photograph. After all, they become reflections of a life lived, a reference in time bringing back emotion and memory.
“Reportage” and “Documentary” are probably the two best words I would choose to describe the way I go about my photo taking simply because I like photojournalism, always have.
The photojournalistic style allows me to tell a story using pictures, a visual narrative but more importantly, it is timeless.
There is nothing more rewarding than documenting people in their most honest moments after all; these are the moments that truly matter and is why I shy away from cheesy posing and forced expressions.
It is with this in mind that I present my gift to you told in pictures, of a story of a girl who fell in love with a boy.
I’m currently based in Melbourne but am happy to travel wherever you want to take me.
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