This was the first black and white photo I took that made me stop and think about black and white photography:
I took it in a friend’s house in London, in the winter of 2010. I used my phone, and an app that applied a b/w filter. I can’t remember which phone, or which app.
At the time my wife and I were going through some pretty heavy emotional stuff. I won’t bore you with the details. But it was heavy, it was emotional, and we were both left with the feeling that events were out of our control.
When I looked closely at this photo and thought about it, I seem to remember it was as if something clicked in my head. Like someone flicked a switch.
At that moment, I decided that I’d continue to focus my efforts on black and white photography as a way of having some creative outlet, some means of expressing myself, while my wife and I continued to be swept along by heavy emotional events.
For a while I continued with that unidentified phone and app.
Later, I started taking black and white photos with proper cameras.
I’ve been actively thinking about black and white photography for nearly a decade now, and I still don’t think I’m very good at it. But I’m trying to improve.
(This post was first published on Monochrome. I’m going through the archive there and cross-posting here.)