Story and photos by Marcus Mahtemework
Remembering to take pictures is hard.
Well, at least for me it is. In years past, the responsibility largely fell on my mother to document our travels, a task she was more than willing to oblige at the time. The catch? She has a talent for (quite literally) taking the worst photos of my brother and me ever — not even her iPhone 13 Pro Max can save her!
I knew in setting off on a dialogue this past May that it was up to me to be diligent when it came to recording my experiences. This may not sound terrible, but as someone with a battered cellphone, and a chronically short attention span, I had a feeling that I would be in for a challenge. The solution? I bought an old film camera online and painstakingly learned all of its mechanics, just in time for my departure date. At least now, I had both the agency, as well as the means, to selectively chronicle my travels without having to pose in front of random tourist attractions with my younger brother.
With all this said, I think it may be time to move onto the photo essay. My summer excursions consisted of travel in four European capitals, with two cities standing out in particular: London and Copenhagen. While I did have my fair share of fun, perhaps the biggest revelation of my trip was understanding just how much creative freedom I actually possessed via photography.
The outcome, for better or worse, is really just a random assortment of photos from my time abroad, with only a single thing in common: an emphasis on people, alongside their social rituals.