In one of those rare beautiful days in greasy London, I decided to buy the book of Susan Sontag ‘Against Interpretation”, which is a collection of essays published in 1966. It includes some of Sontag’s best-known works, including “On Style,” and the eponymous essay “Against Interpretation. It spoke to me like no other book ever read before, well except “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck”, which is a counterintuitive approach to Living a Good Life by a well-known blogger and author Mark Manson.
Anyway, since we are about to set foot in December and I was supposed to graduate this year as I am half-way through my master’s course in photojournalism and documentary photography at the University of the arts in London College of Communication.
I thought, wait a minute, and give a thought or reflection of my overall confusing journey through my master’s course.
I grabbed my camera, two of my preferred lenses and a tripod and rushed to University’s postgraduate shows and asked my classmates to pose for me in front of their exhibited work.
Photographing them, also meant they’d have to participate in my book’s chapter, “My Conversations” which will speak about photojournalism, my experiences, academic and ground gathered knowledge and my and their take on how the University of the Arts in London has been delivering their masters course on photojournalism to us.
It is week one, and my project just set foot in my mind. It is already on its way producing portraits of my classmates and soon will be setting dates, times and places to meet and produce audio-recorded conversations.
And to this day, I still have managed to produce only one.
This project is ongoing…