Scent of Time

Hello Walkers— I have been trying to write a normal announcement and failing at it, so let me start with a bench in Madrid instead. Last June, after a long day of walking and drinking around the city, Ludo and I ended up outside our hotel with something deeply unromantic and therefore perfect: late-night KFC. While we sat on a bench in front of the hotel, she read me the long email from FotoFilmic telling me I had been accepted into their Book Program with Greg Girard. It was one of those moments that sounds invented only because life had arranged the props badly. A bench, a massive chicken breast, Madrid at night, and a note from Bastien and Virginie saying they saw something in the work. They had looked not only at my submission but also at the surrounding life of the work: the long-running Out of Memory archive, Jinny Street Gallery, my years of moving through Japan with a camera, and the strange hope that all these observations could become a book that was not just about…