Aaryan Goundry
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Photography

An ongoing archive: car culture, cities after dark, the geometry of buildings, birds at their own eye level, and the people I keep pointing the camera at.

Year2021–26
DisciplinePhotography
ContextSelf-initiated
RolePhotography, colour grading
ToolsNikon DSLR, Lightroom, Photoshop
Photography — cover image
Brief

Self-initiated and always running. No brief and no deadline, just a personal body of work I shoot alongside the studio projects. It's where I train my eye.

Approach

Cars are the spine of it. Not the catalogue shot, more the low angle at a meet, the caliper sitting behind the spokes, a reflection bending across a bonnet. I photograph machines the way you'd photograph a person, close enough that the thing stops being a product and turns into a shape.

The night stuff is long exposures and whatever light is already there. Headlights and buses pulled into ribbons across a wet road, neon bouncing off a wall in Soho, festoon lights over Carnaby at the exact minute the sky goes properly blue. Nothing is lit and nothing is staged, I just wait for the right five minutes.

Then there are the flat, graphic frames that come from the same instinct as the design work: a façade reduced to light and shadow, a fan of pleats collapsing to a point, a castle held at a distance behind a branch. I grade the colour hard rather than correcting it, and sometimes I'll take the same frame two ways to see which temperature tells the truth.

Outcome

An ongoing archive. A hundred and twenty-seven frames of it are here — click any of them to open it full size.

Studio Colour pushed until it stops behaving
The mask, side on, colour pushed until it bleeds
Same set-up, hands out
Seated, green halo, shot against a white wall
Close enough to read the watch
On the stool, grain left in
As close as the mask goes
Mirrored, one long exposure
Blue key, one flag, nothing else
A mirrorball, held like it weighs something
Waiting in the doorway between set-ups
People Portraits, and whoever is holding the camera
Self-portrait, blown out
The camera itself, in autumn
Sepia, and a pair of rings
Under the dressing-room bulbs
Someone else lining up their own frame
Hands on the body, autumn light
Leaning on the counter, in the light
Two of us in the garden, hats and all
A rose, and someone leaning into it
In the shade, thinking about something else
Yellow beanie, caught in a shop mirror
A pick on the strings, held still
Standing in a field with a guitar
Sitting into the sun
Two people on a bridge, looking the same way
Cars, close up Machines photographed the way you’d photograph a person
A caliper sitting behind the spokes
Blue nose, one lamp open
A dashboard through the windscreen, sun across it
A plate that has been there a while
Wheel and dials, nothing else in focus
Door open, nobody in it
Tail light and chrome, side on
Twin lamps, paint gone soft
A tyre, in black and white
The wheel through the glass, same roll
A fin, and the lights stacked under it
Inside, in black and white
An interior somebody has had fun with
Wood rim, quilted seats
1350c, and not much else
Mint green, all the way through
The same cabin from the other door
Skyline tail lights, twice over
Someone else’s dashboard
A Triumph behind showroom glass, after hours
The show field A summer meet: bonnets up, and everyone wandering
Mazda RX-7 at a meet
Dodge Challenger, front quarter
Dino, dead on
The same car, front quarter
Red, with the sun doing the work
A Mini with stripes, parked on the grass
A Targa in a field
Bonnet up, somebody having a look
Rows of cars, and a lot of hats
Orange, at knee height
Turquoise, bonnet up, dog included
A Lotus in black and white, crowd behind
Green 911 in the long grass
A row of retired police cars
Yellow, and two people deciding something
A Mini unpacked into a picnic
Under the striped awning
Toys laid out on a bonnet
Over a red bonnet, into the row behind
GT86 in the park, graded cool
The same frame, graded warm
Show truck up on the ramp
A launch balloon, and the room reflected in it
Birds Mostly geese, mostly at their eye level
Preening, gold light off the water
A mallard on the shingle
Wings open, standing its ground
Two of them, working something out
A gosling in the grass
Two goslings, one looking up
Up on the ridge with a parent
Huddled, low sun behind them
Low over the water, panned
Straight overhead, against flat grey
Cities after dark Long exposures, and whatever the neon was doing
Traffic pulled into ribbons
Carnaby Street at blue hour
Soho, neon on brick
One lit window behind the scaffolding
An arcade, warm at the far end
A crossing, at the end of the day
Out of a bus window, the street doubled in the glass
Parked up, white building behind
Out of a window, somebody else’s road
Shapes and buildings Held at enough distance to stop being buildings
Façade reduced to light and shadow
Pleats collapsing to a point
A doorway, in black and white
Blue forms, one behind the other
An edge held against a pale sky
Concrete colonnade, graffiti all the way down
Copper, curved, in full sun
A tower with the trees leaning in
Yellow wrap on a building coming down
A block on the water, flat light
Peeling paint, and an iron ring
A tower block, aerials and all
A façade bending round the corner
Brick corner against a hard blue
Through the tunnel, into the light
Concrete undercroft, strip lights and columns
An arch, and somebody standing in it
The whole house, in black and white
Closer, from the front
The castle, held at a distance behind a branch
The tower, framed by what fell down around it
Arches from underneath
Out walking The Lakes, mostly, and whatever the weather was doing
A path, and somebody a long way down it
Steps, and then only sky
A green tunnel with one figure in it
The lake through a filter, held up by hand
Holding a stone up on the shore
Red against the hills
On the hill, dog first
Sun coming over the boats
Running at the cabin
A hut in the trees, light almost gone
The café, after everyone had left
Moss on everything
An old tree, from underneath
Close to the ground Small things, found where they were
Something growing out of the rubble
A packet in the leaves, eye and all
Coals, still going underneath
Bracket fungus, stacked up
Roses, taken in a hand
Instagram @dinokorone Where the photography goes as it is taken, ahead of anything that makes it here
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