Celebrating my first smoke-free week in 35 years, I present to you one of the many reasons why I’ve been enjoying cigarettes for so long: photos.
As I tend to shoot everything around me, of course smokers had to show up in some photos. At some point I started thinking about a series. smokingCorner, or smokingShots, something like that. Photos that only happened because I had to go somewhere to smoke. Smoking lounges, views from said lounges, smokers, whatever. It’s a part of the world that non-smokers don’t get to see. Sometimes it’s a really cool place. Most of the time it’s not, but a nice photo might be waiting.
Smoking is also a convenient ice-breaker. Or an excuse to visit a konbini when you get to a new place. I’ve had great conversations over the years, ones that started over a cigarette.
When I started working, newsrooms were smoke filled. So were restaurants. And airplanes. It’s something I don’t miss at all, smoking indoors. But I miss the time I spent talking to colleagues over coffee and cigarettes, at the balcony, looking out. We sorted many issues, solved many problems, on that room.
All that has stopped.
It was about time I did as well.