Time has a habit of slipping by quietly, and if you aren’t hyper-vigilant, weeks, months, or years can pass between seeing old friends. This year I wanted to get better at that, and make sure I carved out opportunities where possible. Visiting my old teenage festival pals down south was especially important, as it had somehow ended up three years since we last hung out in person. I hopped on a train and spent a long weekend with them and their kids – soaking up the sun, drinking kegs of cider, and talking about where our 20s disappeared to. All the pictures below were shot on film, with either a Rollei 35s, or a Rolleiflex 2.8E. My head is still burned.
