@m.for.film

During the pandemic, solo film photo walks through my Utica (NY) neighborhood became, along with my bathroom improvised darkroom stained with DiY caffenol, my only refuge against isolation and looming uncertainty. 

The daily images that I was to share on Instagram as @m.for.film would also become the imprint of years of an American life about to collapse under the threats of impromptu immigration orders.

I still sometimes update @m.for.film and see it as a rough sketchbook of random photographic experiments free from the constraints of style, coherence, and consistency, imprinting one drifting after another.

Life always feels like a draft, so I think a photographic sketchbook should, too.