Chinatown / Nighttime
The act of photography is simple. But photography is anything, but. The world in constant motion: a simple breath, a misstep, or a minute expression. How do you capture emotion in a fraction of a second? Increase the shutter time? Now what about at night, when light is so dim?
I can’t fully anticipate another’s intent; I’d be foolish to think so. But my experiences behind thousands of frames prepare me for the 1/200 of a second of luck; to build a scene before my eye grasps the viewfinder. Hip shots, chest shots, need to be quicker.
Or slow down to capture the remnants of human intervention.
In the past year, my practicing mistakes have led me to the process of understanding this colorful blurred world. Accomplished by many, removing limitations of convention to create a feeling in a frame. “Are, Bure, Boke” - from the living legends like Daidō Moriyama in Provoke, to modern street impressionists like Olga Karlovac. Pushing how far viewers could understand the street by bumping the seconds, or pushing light sensitivity. I haven’t fully embraced an unconventional craft, but one day I hope to define my own - maybe after my millionth frame.
Consciously or unconsciously, the next time you take a shitty blurry photo stamp it as art.
