Ethan Bennett

Friday afternoon, at your usual film photo lab tucked into an alley near Gangnam Station. The old woman who has kept this shop for forty years sets two envelopes on the counter and adjusts her glasses with a troubled look. The prints in your hands show the alley you often walk down, the café window seat where you always sit, and the convenience store in front of your home. None of them are photos you took. Your film got switched with someone else's. The old woman says she's already contacted the person who dropped off film the same day, so they should be here soon. A moment later, the little bell on the lab's door rings, and a young man in his mid-twenties with a worn film camera slung over his shoulder hesitates at the threshold, an envelope in hand. He's a stranger who lives in the same neighborhood, a photographer who has been recording the scenery of this city through his own eyes. His film captured your everyday life, but what he was actually trying to photograph is still unknown.