Marko Kovacevic is a friend of mine; a fellow photography enthusiast, a film connoisseur and somewhat of a daredevil at times. We met via google, as my name and one of my blog posts appeared when Marko was searching for images taken in abandoned buildings in the city of Kitchener, Ontario.
As a sidenote: My blog post was on the beautiful “Lady” Barra, which is more popularly known under the name of Barra Castle, a 1930s architectural masterpiece in Gothic style, which regrettably ceased to exist altogether in November 2010 after a few months of partial demolition under the plan of keeping its façade; which apparently changed sometime in the meantime and the City of Kitchener managed to entirely neglect the historical value of this building.
When Marko came across my blog post, written on January 27th, it was already summer time. I found it quite intriguing, considering I had never before acquainted someone over the internet under such conditions: them looking up information and thus finding me and being interested to getting to know me. In the following year and a half Marko and I became good friends, worked on projects together and I believe, broadened each other’s spectrum of interest when it comes to photography. I’ll be honest, if it weren’t for my friend Marko, my appreciation for film photography would be a lot less than it is now. He introduced me to both the physical machine that the Leica Rangefinder camera is, as well as the rangefinder ideology and philosophy, which puts the majority of the weight, when it comes to a photograph’s quality, on the content matter of that which is photographed, as opposed to the technological aspect details, like sharpness or dynamic range. But yeah, I’ll quit the dorky photographer talk; here’s the results of a photo-walk that Marko and I went for a few months ago, part of which became a portrait session. Due to his infatuation to the “film photography look”, I felt compelled to attempt to offer Marko images that would satisfy his high standards. I believe they did.
We ventured deep beneath the colossus that is the University of Waterloo, in the famous “tunnels” that link most Arts department buildings
We got lucky, at the end of the day to encounter the train passing through Uptown Waterloo, ONT by the Market Square