Capturing the World, One Frame at a Time

At the age of fourteen, having borrowed my father’s Konica rangefinder camera, I immediately appreciated the special magic of the medium: the little box in my hand enabled me to stop time. In a frame of 35mm film, I could literally capture a slice of time that would otherwise be impossible to completely appreciate with the naked eye.

I also very quickly learned an iron rule that governs this special magic: in photography, there are no second chances. What would be a great photo at one moment, may only be a snapshot a moment later, a blink of an eye, a parting of the lips might make all the difference. One moment you’re Robert Capa, a moment later, you’re just a guy with a camera.