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The first digital camera I purchased was a Konica Q-M100 with a 1 mega pixel sensor. This was 1998 and although the performance was pretty dire, the ease of placing those instant jpegs into my digital graphics workflow was a revelation.

Back then I was leading the family agency, with a graphics studio turning out thousands of pages of travel brochures. The improvements in 35mm film and our particular use case had already consigned the Hasselblad to a dark cupboard in favour of Nikon F4’s loaded with Velvia 50, the film of choice for depicting mass market holidays.

Details: Written by: Steve Vyse; Published: 30 March 2023; Hits: 3041

We arrived at the Mosque with no idea what to expect. Vedat's family were there to wordlessly greet us with a kiss on wet cheeks and a momentary hug. As the weak spring sun nudged clouds aside a young girl pinned a small formal photo of a bright young man to our lapels. 'Vedat Demren 1951-2007'. Too young.

Slowly more and more people joined us until there were hundreds of mourners quietly kissing, hugging and chattering, as doves cooed from the eaves above and horns marked busy Istanbul beyond the railings.

A murmur turned us to see a green pickup weave through the gates and the men of the family, lifting Vedat to their shoulders, followed the Immam though the quiet throng to a plain marble table. Carried on a simple wooden frame and dressed in a bright green cloth adorned with gold lettered verse, Vedat, warmed by the sun was amongst friends.