The dinner with Emma was a gift after the tense period in Budapest. While eating, I looked at her face as she was talking, animated, relaxed, laughing, with short periods of seriousness. I wished I could take pictures in those moments, moments that I had missed, moments that I usually miss. I often thought about my pictures, what sort of photographer was I? A portrait photographer? A journalist? In that moment, thinking of taking pictures of her while she was eating, of the way she closed her eyes with each bite, and laughed under the calming light in the room, I considered myself a photographer of moods.
Mark works in a current affairs magazine as a photographer. He spends his time bickering and philosophising with his friends. Young to middle aged, Mark and his friends pass their moments avoiding commitments, shunning what goes on around them. There are times to make decisions often made through no action. Responsibilities dissolve in comfort, and emotions seem to be foreign phenomena in their life under illusion of personal liberty. Can this all change?