Twelve frames. One balcony. The same hour, every month. A love letter to the golden thirty minutes.
I rented the same apartment for eighteen months. The one thing I liked about it was the balcony at sunset. So I started photographing it — same spot, same hour, roughly once a month for a year.
I made no effort to make the photos good. I just showed up. Some months the sky did the work, some months it didn't.
Twelve frames. A small book printed for myself and one other person. Exhibited once, quietly, in a café.
Drop your slideshow MP4 here — the frame overlay stays.
Three short passes — one to figure out the fold, one to make it look like a real object, one to give it a tiny life of its own.
Same spot. Same hour. No staging. The only creative act was showing up.
Portra 400 for warmth. I developed six rolls at once at the end of the year.
Chose one per month. Sequenced by mood, not calendar. August sits next to January on purpose.