The first time I got to hold a camera was when I borrowed my mother’s camera, which was simple, but it had a detacheable lens and you had to focus, the way I remember. I was very happy with it, but even though she didn’t use it to my knowledge, she took it from me. That’s pretty much also how I grew up: whenever I enjoyed something, it was immediately removed.

For my birthday I repeatedly indicated I really wanted a camera. We went to the photo store and they asked me what kind I would like. I told them with “a manual lens.” My mom ended up getting me one that you couldn’t adjust manually and I never managed to snap a sharp shot with it that I know of, even though with my mom’s camera, that she hid, I never had a problem taking a clear shot.

So now I do have a DSLR camera. I’ve had it since 2009 and I recently got a professional lens for journalism and such. It allows me to completely rediscover my camera and finally fully develop as a photographer.

Although I have taken many pictures, I’m taking it back to square one in terms of studying, mostly to see what I have already studied and what I missed.

What’s my angle? Things out of place. Things happening. Some kind of social contrast. Pretty pictures also, sure. Daily life also is important. I don’t do the things that some do, having “Top Secret” stamps hidden away in drawers, working as what they label ‘analyst,’ that I call ‘fabricator’ instead. I’ll try to re-establish myself with new subjects. I find myself to be quite outgoing again, so it should be fun.