“My old polaroid camera has the ability to capture what my imagination – but not my naked eye – sees.
This journey will be updated as new photographs are unveiled on Instagram.
Writing Its Own Strokes
In the enchanted world, I took a snapshot of the calligraphy chamber, and my polaroid decided to add its own strokes, too.
The Distance Between Us
“I remember sitting right next to you, feeling like I was on a different continent.”
Istanbul sits atop Asia and Europe, the only metropolis in the world that spans across two continents.
He Looked To The Heavens
While everyone else looked into the wishing fountain, he turned to the skies for miracles.
All Colors Will One Day Fade
— including those of utopia.
What If The Skies Fall
Do we move on—or fear what might come next?
Perfect Enough
“I don’t need my world to be perfect. I just want it to be ridiculously romantic.”
The Magic We Create
Whenever I take a polaroid in the cold, it would refuse to develop—unless I use my body’s warmth.
The way we slowly make magic happen together is, to me, romantic.
The Eyes Of The Beholder
At the Uffizi, his gaze was never once on Venus.
In Search Of Utopia
“If we have not found the heaven within, we have not found the heaven without.”
- James Hilton, Lost Horizon
The Name Is Alexander
Some memories you can never truly erase. Some remnants will forever remain.
The Enchanted Forest
Before the mythical snow mountain, my Polaroid painted an enchanting forest.
“To JFK, Please.”
“If there is one thing New York made me learn, it’s that I was strong enough to walk away from the one I truly loved.”
The Way It Fades
I’m an old soul, I don’t mind expired film.
No One Else But Her
She kept feeding so the birds would stay.
Portrait Of A Kindred Soul
Years ago, I found a vintage polaroid camera. This is the first portrait it painted of me — instantly I fell in love.