Introduction

Call me Lucy. (Would be a good start for a novel, wouldn’t it? However, I am afraid someone has already used it ;)

But, really, how did it all start? Well, as every mental disorder, I guess, this one is also rooted in childhood, when mom and dad taught me to use their film camera.

Nevertheless, it was only about two years ago that the first symptoms of a serious (and I am afraid contagious) illness would appear. My colleagues presented me with Nikon D50. I had taken pictures before, but I had never thought about photography seriously.

And then there was Nikon.

And then… a secret life.

From 10 am to 5 pm I was a PhD person working as a project manager for an international executive search company. After 5 pm I turned into a student and ran to my first photography school, or to one more workshop on studio lighting, or attended a lecture on history of photography. In a year I got completely obsessed and hopeless.

I left my job, and my boss cursed the day my colleagues got me the camera.

Well, here I am. Having no gift (and knowing it for sure) to be like Cartier-Bresson, or Leibovitz, or Avedon but stubborn and self-assured enough to hope that one day I’ll manage to become someone in this profession.