Monday, 10 December 2012

Hi, i have decided to now and than do some daily little/coherent projects. I have also started a tumblr 

Friday, 2 November 2012

Friday, 21 September 2012

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

We both like this bit...

''Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, even without realising what he's doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, 'My flower's up there somewhere...''

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Todays subject - opportunism. I moved out to this new neighbourhood and already on the second day my brother gets robbed in front of our house. Kids maybe in their 16teens running around playing gangsters and all of this due to the mainstream culture and popularisation of violence. If I was a bookie I would bet on the time and place of another riot that is going to take place in London. 
Now, some pictures;

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Some pictures from my new zenit again. See the thing is I believe that film is actually dead but I still love shooting with it, I like the quality of the final outcome, once I found out I can purchase film from the Poundland I got so many of them It would be shame to waste it. And the other reason is, I develop it myself in the bathroom,C41 is as easy as making an omlet, 10 mins plus drying and it is done - 5 quid saved like that. Whenever I am back home, I feel like I need to do something, otherwise I will end up checking up some stupid celebrity gossip websites, so I just get the camera, spools and do the magic in the sink. 

Repressed Memories Project

This project is about the significance of human memories and their impact on our life and personality. It is also about the destructiveness and struggle in our life when particular events and experiences have left us with distorted consciousness. So ask yourself a question, what is the quality of your memories, the most precious ones and those that you regret having?