Bing Bang Boom

I have measured out my life in coffee spoons
And I want to tell the story again
I've got a right to be hostile
and I know about 50 different ways to leave a lover.

On Photography: I keep my love of photography to myself, mostly. I’m not necessarily a closed book, but I also don’t share everything unless asked a direct question about it. And since most people don’t operate with an SS-like mentality of interrogating their friends, I do a lot of things that surprise people when they find out about it Photography is one of those things. I own a couple of cameras; a simple digital point and shoot, and my pride and joy: my Canon AE-1. I purchased it with my mother in Grade 10 at a now-defunct camera shop in Toronto (one of the best in the city. I was disappointed to hear that it had closed its doors), stuck a jewelled heart on the back to proclaim it mine and began to use black and white film in droves. I developed my photos mostly at school, which had a fully functioning photo lab. And so I went through my early zealot stage, as any camera enthusiast will tell you about. I took pictures of everything. I tried all of the f-stops, the self-timer (even more disparate than the one on typical point and shoots, it’s great fun trying to play with one— I highly recommend it). I took photos of friends, family, architecture and one highly memorable shot of my high school best friend beaning the photography teacher with a snowball; I caught the moment just as the ball hit and exploded, giving the impression that his head has just exploded, Scanners-style. Gradually, I began to focus on what I found really interesting: photography the graffiti in the city. There is some of the most interesting, provocative, beautiful and overall memorable pieces throughout Toronto and I loved (love) taking pictures of the art in relation to passersby (most of whom don’t really pay attention to it) and the building on which it was painted. I was so proud every time I went to crank the camera and found that I couldn’t line up the next shot because the roll was full. I loved going into the dark room, popping the cap off the film canister and rolling it into the developer, the stop, the fix. I felt joy carefully cutting the developed roll into manageable chunks and printing a contact sheet, looking through the photos and loving every second. I miss it, I really do.

On Photography:

I keep my love of photography to myself, mostly. I’m not necessarily a closed book, but I also don’t share everything unless asked a direct question about it. And since most people don’t operate with an SS-like mentality of interrogating their friends, I do a lot of things that surprise people when they find out about it

Photography is one of those things. I own a couple of cameras; a simple digital point and shoot, and my pride and joy: my Canon AE-1. I purchased it with my mother in Grade 10 at a now-defunct camera shop in Toronto (one of the best in the city. I was disappointed to hear that it had closed its doors), stuck a jewelled heart on the back to proclaim it mine and began to use black and white film in droves. I developed my photos mostly at school, which had a fully functioning photo lab.

And so I went through my early zealot stage, as any camera enthusiast will tell you about. I took pictures of everything. I tried all of the f-stops, the self-timer (even more disparate than the one on typical point and shoots, it’s great fun trying to play with one— I highly recommend it). I took photos of friends, family, architecture and one highly memorable shot of my high school best friend beaning the photography teacher with a snowball; I caught the moment just as the ball hit and exploded, giving the impression that his head has just exploded, Scanners-style. Gradually, I began to focus on what I found really interesting: photography the graffiti in the city. There is some of the most interesting, provocative, beautiful and overall memorable pieces throughout Toronto and I loved (love) taking pictures of the art in relation to passersby (most of whom don’t really pay attention to it) and the building on which it was painted.

I was so proud every time I went to crank the camera and found that I couldn’t line up the next shot because the roll was full. I loved going into the dark room, popping the cap off the film canister and rolling it into the developer, the stop, the fix. I felt joy carefully cutting the developed roll into manageable chunks and printing a contact sheet, looking through the photos and loving every second.

I miss it, I really do.

“There’s something undeniably creepy about abandoned properties. Be it a house, a hospital or even an auditorium, uninhabited buildings often give the impression of the existence of an inside story. The tattered ceilings, broken-down interiors, dusty floor and the cobwebs everywhere raise many questions about what happened in there. The truth might not be half as exciting as the doubt, but, the doubt remains anyways.Through this post take a look at a collection of many such abandoned properties from various parts of the world. While you enjoy the pictures, we’ll just let the inside story remain a mystery….” —Sowmya S for Pixcetera

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There’s something undeniably creepy about abandoned properties. Be it a house, a hospital or even an auditorium, uninhabited buildings often give the impression of the existence of an inside story. The tattered ceilings, broken-down interiors, dusty floor and the cobwebs everywhere raise many questions about what happened in there. The truth might not be half as exciting as the doubt, but, the doubt remains anyways.Through this post take a look at a collection of many such abandoned properties from various parts of the world. While you enjoy the pictures, we’ll just let the inside story remain a mystery….”

—Sowmya S for Pixcetera