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Beggar who come at big moment such as couple day of Ramadhan month, the fasting month for moslem all over the world. This photo was taken at the last night of Ramadhan month (in Bahasa Indonesia we called the night as Malam Takbiran)
I filled my hand luggage with two heavy, all metal mechanical cameras with a combined age of over 80 and as much black and white film as the bag could take. I hauled it from Scotland to #India, then from the south to the north.
I like collecting and using old cameras and lenses. I love the sense that someone before me has looked through the viewfinder and seen the world in their own way. There is something, maybe to do with their age or the precise mechanics that gives them a personality. They almost become my friends. I love the process of analogue photography and the time it takes to develop the film and produce an image... It is not instant.
So often in the streets of India I would take someone’s picture and straight away they would ask me to turn the camera around to see their photo on a digital screen. I disappointed so many children when all they saw was the leather and chrome back of my #Minolta. They couldn’t quite understand why the image was not instant.
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
