Nostalgia for errors, imperfections, grime on film. Nostalgia for coincidence, for the stolen shot, for the impossibility of checking immediately. Nostalgia for a time when I could roam the streets with the claim of not being a photographer but being free to photograph. Nostalgia for an interior, internal space all my own in which to be master of hours that have no cost. Nostalgia for a beautiful moment in my life.