Havana is a collection of accidents and survivals. I went to Cuba with a broken Olympus SP35 - a small rangefinder that had worked fine in the UK but gave up in the Havana heat, its lens stuck, aperture and focus both jammed. It's what I had, so it's what I used. I shot ten rolls of unbranded, expired black and white film, and one roll of Kodak Gold 200. 396 exposures in total. Only four rolls came back from the developer intact; the rest were unsalvageable. The pictures that survived are gritty, not by design but by happy accident. There's no story here, no message, just what I saw: the life of the city beyond the postcard version we're used to. Street scenes, daily moments, the texture of a place captured through failing equipment and chemistry. One day I'd like to return to Cuba, to see how it has changed.
