What make us drawn to black and white photos? The blacks or the whites? The dark tones or the light? Do we consider them as real and earthly, or surreal and magical? Do we not trust colours? Are colours deceiving or distracting? Are black and white photos truer to the spirit of photography? Is it because the art of photography began in black and white only? Is it nostalgia? Are black and white photos more dramatic? Are they depressing? Are we all secretly depressed?