Smaranda Nicolau X a camera
Smaranda is 25, lives in bucharest and is a close friend of ours. in her early life, she ventured into philosophy and communications and is now once again a student in acting school, at our very own UNATC. between talking about derrida and how spinosa was sexist she worked at re:publik, igloo, launched the kite project and, it seems so long ago, was part of the griffon crew. today, she quit smoking and you can see her now in different plays that she also translates or at starbucks having a venti latte with her friends. she took the camera on october 19th and here are her 20 photos with a camera and quote.
You begin with having 20 to go. You take the first one, realizing this is something you’ve not done in a long time (like writing, exhibit A). you take the second much too soon after the first and use a subject that is utterly uninteresting on second glance, just cus the forgotten pleasure of seeing what you and no one else sees recorded will push you to fuck up that way. Then you become annoyed that you’ve wasted a photo and instantly start doubting that valid first one as well, then you look around and nothing seems worth your while and only then you realize it’s a question of choice not photography – which of course you knew, but the a camera tricked you and made you think you were taking photos instead of recording your choice of view. And then having spotted the trick, you focus on your choice of view too much until you become tired and go to sleep and wake up and suddenly remember “Oh! There’s a camera in my bag, I have two shitty photos and 18 more to go!” and you get in the car and look onto the city as the complete set of photographs that you can take in it and it feels so much more like your city because the a camera validates your point of view. And then it’s almost drop off time and you’re two photos over the 20 limit and you delete three, cus there’s that one that you feel doesn’t reflect your feelings (although of course it did, but now the moment comes nearer to when someone else gets to see your choice and maybe know you better through it and then you feel tempted to guide them, manipulate, show them what you want them to see that you saw) and then you have to take two more photos quickly and then it’s drop off time and you’re sad but happy because the choices are behind you now, and then finally you realize: with choices/photos it’s not so much about being proud of every single one of them as much as it is about being proud that you made/took them. toodles, Sma
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