Attending the second day of ProFusion was definitely a treat for me, given that I hadn't taken one step out of the house for the past two months since school had began.
It shouldn't come as a surprise that I enjoy taking photos. But in contrast to the majority of people that try to determine the perfect angle of a specific object for the sake of a social-networking-platform-post-worthy shot, photos hold a much deeper significance for me.
There are times when shots are taken for the purpose of eternally stilling a beautiful moment, while others are taken to create a work of art.
While both of the above cases do apply, I would have to admit that my primary purpose is for archiving events or daily happenings as memories.
Reviewing old photos is a special thing for me. No shot can ever be recreated. Existing photos will be saved as memories, allowing viewers to recall events that may have seemed small and unimportant at the time, but will bear a much stronger sentimental meaning in the future.
Photos are memories; the only exception is that they remain unchanged over time, whereas memories may gradually fade, blurring images along the way.
It is because of photos that we are able to maintain a clear representation of the object or person(s) captured within it at the time it was taken.
It is because of photos that even when the things captured (be them inanimate or animate) cease to exist anymore, the associated signifcance will forever be sustained
Who Am I?
I'm the one that talks fashion and K-Pop randoms behind Quirky Aesthetics, the one who contributes honest opinions about commercial beauty items on Review Junkie, the one that obsessively shares photos of food on Pinterest, the one that loves her DSLR more than her own being and the one that wants to work in the transportation sector for a living.