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I remember the exact feeling the first time I held a camera in my hands. It was my father’s old Hasselblad and, even though I was a young child, I recall being overwhelmed with my eyes opening to a whole new world! I was fascinated by the reflections in the top viewfinder, as if it were another universe where I could discover myself in time. As the years went by, my camera became my third eye and my filter to the world.
Since the very first day, I loved the naturalness of capturing the moment, and life itself, rather than edited scenes. I'm just witnessing, and trying to say smt.
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