Welcome to my corner of wasted film and shattered shutters.
I’m not here to pose as a “photographer.” I’m just someone who loves the chaos of film — the grain, the blur, the missed focus, the heartbreak of a ruined roll.
I don’t chase perfection.
I don’t count frames.
I don’t measure “keepers.”
Every shot I take is a tiny tragedy — a beautiful accident in a world obsessed with getting it right.
Maybe I’m just a shutter count waster, a film burner, a reckless soul with a soft spot for fading emulsion. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
This space is where I post the fragments, little echoes from cameras that sigh, stutter, and sometimes scream back at me.
It’s not about building a portfolio.
It’s about sinking into the imperfect magic that lives between light leaks, fogged frames, and silver decay.
Thanks for wandering into the ruins with me.
