Shot on Film

Shot on Film

This isn’t a curated gallery. It’s a scrapbook — a patchwork of frames pulled from dusty corners of the world, jobs I barely remember, and places I’ll never forget. All shot on film. Always film.

Wherever I go, there’s at least one old-school camera slung over my shoulder — sometimes the Hasselblad XPan, wide enough to swallow a whole skyline; sometimes the 500CM, slow and deliberate like an old jazz record; or the Leica MP, a quiet killer, discreet and honest. These cameras aren’t fast, and they’re not forgiving. But that’s the point.

You don’t spray and pray with film. You stop. You breathe. You think. You compose a shot like you’re about to ask it a question. You live with the uncertainty — no screen, no instant gratification, no second chances. Sometimes you get magic. Sometimes you get garbage. Doesn’t matter.

It’s not about the perfect frame. It’s about the act of chasing something real. Slowing down, being present, letting the world unfold in front of you without demanding it perform. These images — flawed, beautiful, forgotten, found — are souvenirs from that process.