18 October 2018 at 5:32 pm (Surry Hills, Australia)

18 October 2018 at 5:32 pm (Surry Hills, Australia)

Really, photography is about the questions we ask ourselves as we’re deciding what to photograph.

My background’s in theatre; and the key questions I ask myself when I see a production (or decide to work on one) are these: “Why this? Why here? Why now?”

By which I mean, why this story, at this time, in this place - what particular, specific resonance does a show bring to an audience? We interpret everything in the context we experience it; so what is it, in particular, that makes the script relevant right now, to the people of this place? The answer isn’t always obvious; and, sometimes, the context arrives just as the show hits the stage…

October 17, 2018 at 11:50 pm (Tokyo, Japan)

Photography and words by Jonas Rask

Ending the study of capturing the mundane everyday.
Ending the stories that lie in everyday living.
Ending the narration.

In Japan. A place that for me is not mundane, nor everyday.
But for some it is indeed.
Mundane everyday
Everyday Living,

Ending the narration.

October 15, 2018 at 20:10 PM (Lake District, England)

By Derek Clark

I thought last weeks Chronicle90 post was my last, but it turns out I had one more to do (this one). I’m in the Lake District in England with very poor wifi, so this has been a challenge to get posted. We visited an aquarium today with various creatures, both in and out of water. The ants were by far the most fascinating and i could have watched them for hours.

Later on, I headed to Lake Windermere for a spot of long exposure photography. That went well until my X-T3 fell off the tripod while walking back to the car. Luckily the battery grip saved the camera from receiving any damage in the 5’ fall to the ground. I can’t say the same for the battery grip though. At least it’s still usable.

October 16, 2018 at 8:56 AM (Otterburn Park, Canada)

By Patrick La Roque

So here we are. This will be my last post for the Chronicle 90 project, as the experiment comes to a close in a few days. There will be a necessary post-mortem in the weeks ahead, discussions about the results and how each of us dealt with the project’s premise. But we’re not quite there yet.

I spent Friday on the streets of Montreal as part of a 3-day workshop, flexing my eye while discussing photography. I’m not fond of this city anymore. Part of it is the common fatigue that stems from living somewhere your entire life, but I’m used to shaking off that sort of familiarity. No, my feelings go deeper. Montreal is a city destroyed, gaping and boarded up. It’s a promise repeated but never realized, in a constant state of re-assembly, choked by construction sites where no one ever seems to work. Where barricades fall on sidewalks and orange cones multiply like some infectious disease, gnawing at the broken skin.

I should document this reality but I can’t. I’ve tried many times over—it never works. The scope never translates. So I keep framing up and around the scars, looking elsewhere. Hoping we’ll eventually get our city back.

14 OCTOBER 2018 AT 14:43 PM (MALMESBURY, ENGLAND)

BY KEVIN MULLINS

It’s Sunday.

I’m tired. Again.

Another long, but lovely wedding yesterday. This time, I had my good friend Neale James second shooting with me and it was a lot of fun.

But Sundays, I think I’ve mentioned before, when you shoot weddings regularly on Saturdays always feel a bit….well, strange.

It’s like an eighth day of the week. Everybody else is getting ready to go back to work, there is a quiet feeling to day, a sense of family and a sense of relaxation.

However, for me, it feels like Saturday and I often feel like I need to make up for the missed Saturday on the Sunday.

But it’s fine, you know. I make sure my business works for me from a family point of view but one thing I can’t shake after ten years of weddings, is the discombobulated feeling I get on Sundays.

And today, I’m prepping to head to London tomorrow to finish the last scenes of a film I’ve been making of an architect who is retiring and turning his hand to art.

So I’m in the studio, right now, for maybe an hour. I’m charging my microphones and gimbals and all that other stuff and whilst I’m doing it I’m editing a short family shoot that I did very recently.

In fact, these are good friends of ours - which I always find even more pressuring - but I love delivering images that other people will love.

And so, my friends, here are some of those images that I’m processing and sending to print.

I hope you enjoy them, but more importantly, I hope you have a wonderful Sunday with your loved ones.

Try not to feel as discombobulated as me.

13 October 2018 at 1:30 pm (Zaventem, Belgium)

BY BERT STEPHANI

The familiar seems strange and the strange seems familiar. It’s about the same ingredients but different priorities. The focus shifts and makes me focus on the shifts.

12 October 2018 at 12:45 pm (Malton, England)

12 October 2018 at 12:45 pm (Malton, England)

I’m always seeing photographs but I don’t always take them. Most of them I just register in my mind and enjoy without the need to press the shutter. Since moving to a new town earlier this year though I seem to find that internal trigger going off more and more often…

11 October 2018 at 7:35 pm (Surry Hills, Australia)

11 October 2018 at 7:35 pm (Surry Hills, Australia)

Sydney’s a city.

Sure, there’s a harbour, there are beaches, there’s the Opera House - but there’s also all the things that come with a large population trying to coexist on a small amount of land.

Traffic, construction, development - history getting plowed under for renewal and development, with little pockets saved by determined campaigning that, once in a while, succeeds in protecting the past…

October 10, 2018 at 10:10 pm (Maarslet, Denmark)

Photography and words by Jonas Rask

I have a thing with numbers. I guess it is what drives my sanity in times of chaos. Its about absolute order of things. It has been like that for as long as I can remember. I always excelled at math instead of linguistics. I chose the mathematical line in high school, and obviously ended up in medschool. So numbers are a big factor in my life.
The Chronicle 90 journey is almost at the end of its lifespan. Again it was a quest of numbers. 90 days. 1 post a week.
Next week I’ll be visiting Fujifilm in Tokyo, so this week is all about preparing for that trip. Mostly about dates, hotelsbookings, time schedules, etc. You know…. the numbers.

So imagine my delight when I saw todays date.

10 images today. On 10/10. At 10:10

Now that is a journal entry in its own right. Regardless of story.

October 9, 2018 at 10:08 AM (Otterburn Park, Canada)

By Patrick La Roque

Every day we attach pieces of ourselves to others. To the people we love, to our parents, to the pets we adopt and care for...to our children, most of all, even as they race away into the unknown. Sometimes a small part of us will remain hidden, bound halfway around the globe—as we stretch across this universe, our skin ever thinner and more fragile. Vitruvian men, quartered and stoned.

These intimate spaces and moments we inhabit will fade. We will face regrets and limitless joys.
And we will face change.
We will always face change.