My father gave me his old camera. He had it on his shelf since I remember, and I was too small to reach to grab it. On my birthday, he handle it to me. Finally I had that weird machine in my hands, I could use it to create images… It all felt really magical to me, I feel the same whenever I take it with me. That camera was with my grandfather during his adventures, then with my dad … and now its my turn.

i feel analog photography is the most real

«you press here, and then you see that…»

aita (dad)