The calm. The darkness. The crackling of my radio. Moments that are already gone, but that make a return under a liquid form, in the developer. Swim in the red. Deliver the latent image. Discover unsuspected treasures on a contact sheet. Light, soak, rub, splash. Forget virtual, ditch digital. And come out of the dark room dizzy from the smell of chemicals, exhilarated by the power of the light that traps on paper tiny shreds of time.
Analog photography, processed and printed from home. © Laeïla Adjovi
