KidofOzz

Bloomlands,
‘26

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shot by 📸🌼

Currents
Fashion meets dark art

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Every time i leave photography for a bit and come back, I remember how much it gave me.

Time with people i love
how easy it is to just exist for a bit
making something for no real reason
just playing without a plan and barely any thoughts:

I still catch myself digging through flea markets
for a dress and a blazer i obviously don’t need
just to end up months later in a field running around with friends like it matters.

Almost 30
still doing this
still playing.

I keep realizing life’s that simple
meaningful without needing a meaning.
Just being here
playing
living.

Snaps from one of our regular afternoons with a camera in 2025.

“Vendetta”

This set isn’t about Kill Bill, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it while editing. There’s no direct reference, just a certain mood. A sense of aftermath. Stillness before or after violence.

When I was younger, Kill Bill felt larger than life. My nephew and I watched it endlessly, half-terrified, half-obsessed. It was stylish and brutal. We knew the scenes by heart. It became part of us something we carried long after childhood ended.

Now, when I return to that memory, I realize what lingered wasn’t only the action, but the emotional weight beneath it. A story of grief, betrayal, survival wrapped in bold colors and sharp lines.

That’s what this set feels like to me. Not a story, not a recreation, but a reflection. A quiet moment that could belong to something much bigger. A frame pulled out of a narrative that never gets told.

It wasn’t an easy set to finish, I’ve started finding it hard to create dark imagery the way I used to. Life adds layers. Experiences, both mine and others’, made me more aware of how fragile people are when encountering art. The darkness is still there, but it asks for more care now. More intention.
This series came from that place - memory, emotion, restraint. Not quite cinematic this time, but also not quite personal. Something in between.

What are the films that stayed with you like that?
The ones that shaped your imagination without you noticing?
What stories have you found yourself returning to — in your own way, years later?