Since you asked.

I've always cared way too much about which phone has the best camera. In 2022 I stopped pretending that was enough and bought a Sony A7III, a Christmas present to myself. There was never a question about what it was for. Streets.

Blame New Delhi for that. I grew up there, and life in Delhi happens on the street. The chaos, the crowds, Old Delhi running on pure momentum. I had no camera then, and I still think about all the photos I never got to take. Ten years in Australia now, where the streets are quieter. So I've learned to look harder.

This is what I look for. A yellow coat in a sea of black suits. Someone reading an actual book on a train full of phones. A street performer giving it everything to an audience of zero. Things that are out of place, or so perfectly in place that everyone walks past them.

As for why. Photos are the only thing I make that gain value on their own. An ordinary street corner today is a time machine in twenty years. I heard that on a podcast, I can't remember whose, and it has refused to leave my head since. Also, making someone look great right after they've announced they're not photogenic might be my favourite thing in photography. I'm one of those people myself. I know exactly how good one decent photo of yourself feels. Everyone deserves a photo where they're the main character.

By day I move supply chains along. There's no creative corner in that job, so photography is where that part of me goes. My style is still developing.

When I'm not shooting: cooking, more coffee than any reasonable person needs, first year of calisthenics with a human flag due by December, and F1. Into it well before Drive to Survive, for the record.

— Saurabh (pronounced saw-rub, you're welcome)