The Underground

Suwon, South Korea. February 2015.
Suwon, South Korea. February 2015.

Its been a while since a post. In fact, my posts are coming less and less lately. It is hard to find the time to take photos, and even harder to find the time to post them.

I realized that 90 percent of the photos I take are on the underground. I suppose it is the place I find myself most often. On transit in general. The only time I have to take photos is while on the move.

Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

The metro in Seoul isn’t the friendliest of places. In fact, it is quite cold.

People keep to themselves.

Always.

Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

Maybe that’s why I like it. I like to keep to myself. Headphones are a theme.

Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

As is sleep. Maybe that is why I take photos.

I don’t like much of either.

Suwon, South Korea. February 2015.
Suwon, South Korea. February 2015.

I more or less, like to watch.

Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

And take photos.

I had thought once to do a series on the metro here.

Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

I never did though.

Too cliche.

Too done.

Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

Maybe so, but then I have to ask myself why I do it then. Why do I take photos there?

Suwon, South Korea. February 2015.
Suwon, South Korea. February 2015.

Maybe that was the start.

The start of a new series that I probably should have done a long time ago.

Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

It might be cliche. It might be done far too often.

Not sure I care. I’m going to do it again.

Suwon, South Korea. February 2015.
Suwon, South Korea. February 2015.

I’ll just do it my way.

Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

And I’ll call it quite simply,

The Underground.

Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

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Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.
Seoul, South Korea. February 2015.

A photo from my next post, talking about spending a day in Myeongdong for the first time in a long time and covering an upcoming trip to Busan. Should be up later in the week ;)

February 19th, 2015.

Areum

It was a nice day, in Hongdae,

with her.

It’s always a nice day. We talk, walk, eat.

“You take too many photos of that girl.”

Maybe I do. Maybe I don’t care. I spent this day with my camera around my neck. I only took this photo.

It was my favourite moment of the day.

I’m not sure why, entirely, aside from I liked the look she gave me.

I wanted to remember.

That’s why I do this, take photos.

To remember.

February 19th, 2015.

Hongdae, Seoul, South Korea.

January 24th, 2015.

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Too busy to take photos, so, certainly too busy to post photos.

Last night, I couldn’t sleep. I decided to clean, ha, thinking it would make me tired enough. I stumbled across a couple of rolls of film from four or five years ago that I had thought I’d lost.

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

My curiosity peaked I decided to scan them again. Weird thing, seeing photos I hadn’t seen in years. Considering I haven’t been taking many photos lately or even thinking about photos, it was didn’t help my sleep deprivation.

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

Looking at these photos really reminded me of the fun I used to have doing this. Its been a while since I went out to take photos. Honestly, I even kind of try not to do so. Try not to take “street photos.”

I always say they won’t mean anything to me later, so why do it.

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

Looking at some old photos kinda showed me the error of my ways. While its true, I don’t think taking photos for the sake of doing so is meaningful, I have kind of realized that even my photos of strangers are somehow just a big self portrait.

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

They are like the story of my life. Looking at them is sort of like taking the same walk.

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

For those who care, they were all taken with the GR21, t-max 400 pushed 2 stops. 

When I woke up this morning (after not sleeping as much as I would have liked), I didn’t really think about these photos much anymore.

I thought the novelty had worn off.

Suwon, South Korea.
Suwon, South Korea.

Sorta strange thing happened then while taking the bus. I took a photo out the bus window with my phone. I took it because I remembered the photos from the night before. I thought about how I would want to remember this part of my time in Korea.

Suwon, South Korea.
Suwon, South Korea.

I took another then.

Suwon, South Korea.
Suwon, South Korea.

And another.

I was going to take more, but as usual, the night ended up like this:

Suwon, South Korea.
Suwon, South Korea. Photo of me courtesy of @dkfma_422 on instagram ;)

So, excuse my incoherence. May have had an ale or ten.

Tomorrow though, I will go take some photos.

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On a bit of a side note, even if I don’t post here I post every day stuff on instagram pretty often:

http://instagram.com/jt_inseoul

December 15th, 2014.

December, Seoul, South Korea.
December, Seoul, South Korea.

“Don’t post that.. I don’t think it is really your style? Right..? It is kind of happy..”

“Haha, I’m happy seeing this photo. That means it is my style.”

She was watching the snow. Snow doesn’t fall much here.

I remember Anders Petersen saying his style is dictated by his stomach and his heart. I feel like that. I take a happy photo when I feel happy. I’m happy when I see this. It is, and will be a good memory.

Walking in the snow.

Seoul, South Korea.

December 15th, 2014.

Contact Sheet: Portrait of a girl

Contacts: Portrait of a girl
Contacts: Portrait of a girl

“Where’s your camera?..”

“On the counter..”

“Take some photos of me doing my makeup!”

“Okay..”

Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.

“How do I look?..”

Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.

“I think.. cute..” (laughs)

“Ahh.. cute is no good right? How do you want my face? Show me..” (taking my hand and putting it on her chin)

“Okay..”

Then, I saw the photo.

Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.

I didn’t need to take anymore.. but I did.

Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.

“Are they.. better?..” (mumbling)

“Yes.”

Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.

“Yay!”

Yongin, South Korea.

2014.

From my series, Contact Sheets.

A Feeling

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

We were on the metro and she blew me a kiss. Like a boyfriend does, I took a picture.

“Why’d you take a picture?”

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

“I dunno, it felt right..”

“Okay…”

Suwon, South Korea.
Suwon, South Korea.
Suwon, South Korea.
Suwon, South Korea.

It sometimes just feels right. To take a photo. Maybe a fear that I won’t always be able to remember walks in the rain.

Maybe I won’t always be getting kisses blown to me.

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

Maybe we won’t always be like this. Maybe our lives won’t be.

Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.

Maybe I won’t be in this restaurant again or maybe I won’t remember the way the pan fried fish reminded me of home.

Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.

I probably won’t always remember the steam from the rice.

Sad, that.

Easy to take for granted.

Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.

I always did before. I still do, too often.

I too often didn’t take pictures when I should have.

Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.
Namdaemun Market, Seoul, South Korea.

If I wasn’t going to take the best photo of my life, why take any?

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.

I too often miss the point. I think I get it, but, I don’t.

Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Korea.
Seoul, South Kprea.
Seoul, South Korea.

Spend all my time looking for the best photo of my life.

Suwon, South Korea.
Suwon, South Korea.

No point.

The best photos are the photos OF my life.

Yongin, South Korea.
Yongin, South Korea.

In the end, they will be the ones I am most happy to have taken.

I’m glad she asked me why I took that first picture.

She doesn’t ask anymore.

November, 2014.

Seoul, South Korea.