Brief storyline of my encounter with photography:
Age 5: creation of my first photos with my mom’s Canon T70. Cut off feet, chopped heads and astigmatic horizons date back to this period.
Age 6: awareness of the fact that I don’t like to be in front of a lens, but rather behind, realization that came after a disagreement with my mom [read: I didn’t talk to her for two days], caused by a photo where my feet were showing. I used to hate my feet.
Age 13: consolidation of the previous awareness, concretized however not by producing new pictures, but by avoiding anyone who tried to take a photo of me.
Age 19: grand theft of my then boyfriend’s lomographic Holga. Grand theft of my mom’s digital camera. Grand theft of my mom’s previously mentioned Canon T70.
Age 20: purchase of my first camera, called Colette, following the complaints filed against me by the previous owners of my cameras.
Age 21-31: purchase of other six cameras, film and digital, small and medium format, collection that doesn’t seem to be decreasing in any way.