Zach Singh: A Kid with a Camera
When I was fifteen I wasn’t doing much except getting drunk in parks with whatever we could steal from the gas station, trying to get my hands down someone’s pants, throwing Dragon Ball moves around like we invented them. Nothing remotely purposeful. Just the usual waste of youth.
Zach Singh is doing something entirely different. He’s put whatever energy a kid his age has into photography—capturing what it’s like to be young right now, on film. Mostly what he shoots are girls. And bears.
Red-haired girls by rivers. Brunettes in white socks lying on their beds. Girls standing in fresh snow. He shoots them with this quality that’s hard to pin down—dreamy but direct, intimate without being creepy, familiar like something you already know but can’t quite place. It creates a world in your head that feels both strange and like home. And he’s doing this at fifteen, which is the part that matters, because at fifteen most people are still just getting drunk in parks.
There’s something about recognizing real focus and skill in someone young. It makes the waste look even worse by comparison.