By chris-chris92 on Skatehive
Rarely do I think about how the things I loved when I was younger still shape the way I walk through my city, but today that thought cornered me before I could dodge it. I was moving around town with my camera slung over my shoulder in that careless way that probably looks intentional to people who pretend they do not care about appearances. There was nothing heroic happening in the streets, nothing poetic either, but something about the light and the cracked sidewalks reminded me of the first time I felt a rush from punk rock. Not the clean polished version that people consume when they want to cosplay rebellion, but the raw kind, the type that sounded like an honest punch to the monotony of every day. I kept thinking about how that energy stayed inside me even when everything else around me got older, quieter or more acceptable. And maybe that is why I have always liked shooting in black and white. It strips things of their excuses and leaves behind only what is true, even if that tr