Somehow this roll that was shot in color, and in a rectangular format, seemed to burst with some beautiful shades of pastels that i seemed to find all around Berlin. From a rose climbing up a green wall, to rows of freshly painted houses, there was an abundance of things to look at and to get sucked into.
It's always such a holding your breath moment when the film arrives back from being developed. I've divided up the film into black and white and color, square and rectangular, each fitting into their own little category. Even though most of the pictures are from Berlin, they all take on a different feeling.
It's been a while since i shot on a Holga with 120 film. Actually, to be honest i can't remember the last time i didn't use one with the polaroid back i have. There's something so amazing about the anticipation of shooting a whole roll of film (or many many more) and having no idea whether any of the prints turned out... it's lucky after not having shot with a Holga in a while if two or three shots turn out, and totally expected if they're all full of light leaks and double exposures. I remember as a kid being handed a Holga by my parents and playing with it in disbelief that something so light and toylike could actually produce amazing pictures. This time around the camera came to Cornwall, a place where the surroundings make the photos and not vice versa.