This spring break I did a road trip down the coast of California with my Mamiya RZ67, a medium format film camera that was given to me by my dad this past February. For years, I detached myself from the still camera out of a sense of frustration that I was living a mediated life through a lens.
Over the last few months, though, I decided to re-kindle our relationship under the condition that I would use the machine as a way to force myself into human-to-human interactions. In that way, my trip was beautiful. I met many people, some who didn’t speak my native—and-only—verbal language (I see photography as a separate language), who reminded me of the unspoken intimacy that happens between a photographer and his or her subject.
My trip was not without flaws, though. As freeing as the camera was, I was mediated by another, more cumbersome, piece of equipment: the car. This series of photographs explores the complex relationship between myself and the technologies that I have become so dependent on.