For the last month I have been going through all the photos I took over the year, and exploring other platforms (and methods) for presenting my work. There is a lot I am still trying to figure out, but I have decided on the following points: Social media makes me anxious, and lonely. I don’t like Word Press. I consume too much. I hate digital. I like photographing women, even if I cannot explain why.
About a month ago, I sheepishly asked someone with whom I was barely acquainted with if she’d be willing to pose for some photos. I was pleasantly surprised at her enthusiasm. Last week I showed up with a couple of cameras and a bag full of film (Portra 800, Ilford B&W 3200, Superia 1600, and boxes of Instax).
There came a point, about half way through, that I hit the pause button. We were in a big fancy living room, tall windows, plush sofa, her in fancy lingerie, and it occurred to both of us it wasn’t working. She wasn’t comfortable in the setting, and I found myself creating the same images that I am bombarded with on Instagram. Neither of us were being authentic. After a long chat, we reconvened in her place, and just more or less hung out, listening to records, and making some photos along the way.
This weekend I am heading to Montreal to photograph a few other women, and I realise now that my motivation is not really to produce specific images. It’s more of a compelling curiosity I have about women, and the images are a by-product. I guess the moral of the story is, photograph what interests you.
The rolls of film are in the mail, on their way to the lab, but in the meantime, here are some scans of the Instax photos.