Here is some analogue anarchy, the fruits of my journeys, captured with the raw, unforgiving eye of my trusty Yashica D. Each frame is an ode to 120 film, every grain a testament to the moment it was taken. Each click of the shutter a leap of faith, a dance with uncertainty, and an ode to the glorious imperfection of life. Out of focus, under-exposed, over-exposed, doubly exposed and the scratches on the film are just the universe’s reminder of some weird cosmic collaboration with the story gods.

A peek into the chaotic scrapbook of my life.