I picked up my first camera in high school. I asked my teacher if I could take it home for the weekend. He said yes. I took some (bad) pictures.
But that was also some of my best work. That was the work that helped me realize I wanted to live out of a camera for the rest of my life.
I wanted to make my camera a passport to other people’s lives. And needed my camera to mean total trust.
When I am living out of my camera, I need my clients to understand the kind of photographer they are getting. The husband, the father, the crazy guy who is treating their wedding as an experiment.
Inside Fer’s camera bag: