Photography 35mm Sean Doolan
I'm uninterested in perfection; I want the raw, untouched beauty. The way the colors blend and the grain dances along the image. The beauty behind film sets my soul on fire, digging deep into nostalgia. Like a hot Summer afternoon, windows open, laying on your bedroom floor in nothing but blue jeans. Lungs full of heavy hot air and a vinyl cracking in the distance. An open road at dusk and the autumn air knotting up my locks. Moms cookies, dancing bare foot in an empty studio and the way a warm fire kisses your cheeks in the middle of winter. Coffee. Every memory comes rushing back all at once and you're overwhelmed but you welcome it to stay anyway.