My father loved taking photos of us when I was growing up. Thousands of Kodachrome slides in carousels, spiral bound albums of prints and a few too many reels of me and my two siblings playing sports badly or opening Christmas presents on Super 8 film. So naturally I felt compelled to document my existence from a young age. My first camera was a Kodak Instamatic 110. Ever since I can’t stop buying/hoarding crunchy film cameras. It’s probably an extra strand of my peculiar DNA.