After I got the camera bug, I decided to look for a breakthrough in photojournalism. Between 2002 and 2007 I lived in South East Asia mot of the year and the pictures in this page are just a small sample of my body of work. It was a magical time, when photojournalists would cringe in horror at hearing the word “digital”. When the community would spend hours talking about the grain of a film or the quality of a lens. When the ultimate dream was to hold a Leica and listen to its shutter breezing silently like a butterfly wing. It was a time when the whole process of taking a picture was moving on a different speed. Sometimes we had to wait several weeks before we could check with a loupe the 36 exposures on a contact sheet. And see if we had nailed the pictures or just missed them by an inch.
A photojournalist was also a master of truth. It was a person with an ethical dilemma in portraying reality. Now it sounds like a long time ago. Soon the first Nikon D100 digital cameras started creeping in and the newspapers began cutting photographers and just buy pictures online for cheap. By the time I left South East Asia, in 2007, it was like the whole world of photojournalism had changed.