To say I’ve been a little inactive this week would be an understatement. I thought I’d use this blog update to fill you in on why I appear to have fallen from the face of the Earth, and what I’ve been up to since I posted last.
My photograph of an off-the-beaten-track segment of Boseong’s green tea plantations was selected as Photo of the Month in Gwangju News magazine. I was asked to write a short article about the image.
A first for me in photography, I find my work selected for the cover of a nationally circulated magazine, Busan Haps, as well as a feature on the Must-See places in Korea. Read on to see the photographs and to find out more.
After strolling through a neighbourhood I know and love, I stumble into the murky waters of philosophy in photography. Here I explore the role of the photographer as he who captures and preserves moments for future generations to relate to, to feel and to interpret.
As a lover of live music (this being such a rarity in my neck of the woods), I couldn’t resist the draw of Korea’s newest indie-music festival. Camera in hand, I paid into Big Day South, held in Daegu’s vibrant city-centre. See how I got on with some photography and my reaction from the concert.
A Break from the Boardom is a mini-series of mine that was borne out of shooting what moves you. PIK Magazine asked me to write up the story behind the project, and in doing so I was able to shed light on a lesson that needs to be learned early in the process of shaping up as a photographer.
The Candyman is a mini-series, and part of a larger focus of mine on traditional occupations in modernising South Korea. The larger project is yet to get off the ground, but it seemed wrong to confine these to a hard drive.
Not a fan of classical music, I eschewed the main event and braved the torrential downpours to fire off a few shots at the Fringe Festival, getting to photograph the band of a couple of good friends of mine in the process.
So the blog has been up-and-running for a few posts, yet in the rush to get content out at a rate of knots (think complicated sailing knots that only boy scouts could understand), it would appear I that I’ve neglected to cover what we’re all about here at The Lost Lens.
The city’s attraction is obvious enough from even the most cursory of guidebook glances. That said, caring to delve a little deeper will uncover all manner of forgotten gems. Read on to discover what’s not to be missed.