Vincent
Mai

Photography came by way of my father. He shot film through the nineties — travels, family, church — and somewhere along the way suggested I pick up a camera too.

For a while, I stuck to portraits. There's a particular satisfaction in making someone feel good in a frame. But going through a box of his old prints one afternoon changed the direction of things. The images were nothing remarkable — just places he'd been, light he'd caught — but the feeling they carried was. I took my camera on a solo trip not long after and haven't put it down since.

The work now spans portraits, street, and travel. I still print everything. Some things are worth holding onto.