Last week, in between jet setting, I had the pleasure of being a guest speaker at my old high school, Wanganui Park Secondary College. I loved chatting and sharing my passion with these inspired students, remembering that this is where it all began for me. This room where I spent many lunch times either shooting, developing or printing in the dark room. Spilling fixer on my shirt and waiting for the water temp to be exact before developing my negs. It was always a magic moment staring down at your piece of paper rocking in the developer, and waiting for the image to appear like a mirror, staring back at you.
Over the years this room has changed. No sink, studio relocated and darkroom gutted. The room now littered with computers for each student, as the industry has transformed to the digital era. Although saying this, many things are still the same. The students, walls camoflaged with their (and previous student's) work, and the creatively that flows within these walls. I too remember listening to guest speakers of previous students, coming in to share their stories. Chatting about their passion, and inspiring the next generation.