What is your earliest memory with a camera?
On my eighth birthday I was gifted a small pink digital camera by my parents. There was something soberingly official about getting my own personal camera to use whenever I wanted. It immediately became my most prized possession. I used it to document my brothers, my cat, the family road trips we took every summer, and the short films my cousins and I came up with in the late hours of family parties. Having a piece of gear to take care of and carry with me—usually via a very stylish carabiner hooked onto very stylish knee length shorts—lit a spark that would gently burn for a decade, until I started exploring film photography in earnest.