35mm

Back in December, this feeling crept in—low-key at first, then non-stop. this need for a 35mm camera. I ignored it, figured it was another passing impulse. But it lingered. A month passed, and it was still there, whispering, nudging. So in January, I listened. Bought the camera. Took the shots. No experience—just instinct and light.

These photos are raw. they’re honest. But that’s the thing about film—it captures truth, not perfection.