My name is Pooja Tripathi, I’m 17 years old and about to start school at UCLA. Conversation isn’t easy for me but sometimes you can hear my voice in the radio waves, playing hip hop and hindustani music, it makes me feel powerful. Black coffee and someone(s) to walk with/talk to is my favorite way to experience time. I’m not good at memorizing or even just holding onto spiderbite feelings so I take photos – of what’s on the ground. What hands are doing. What catches my eyes and fills them. I photograph myself when I’m distant and the people around me when I get a sense of that, that nice thing, “connection”. These images are important to me because in each moment, I felt very intensely about where I was. Sometimes grateful for who I was with, or dulled and stewing and crawling into myself, or aware of air against my skin. Sometimes I wish people wouldn’t respect my personal space. These are moments when I bumped shoulders with something.
Poetry about human connection, body image, and movement. Words by Pooja Tripathi, photography by Minu Jun.