Meet our expert, Daniel Kovacs
There’s nothing like rain seeping into your bag at a protest where the crowd is surging and the police don’t care if you’re holding a camera or a brick. You learn quickly what gear will survive and what will betray you. My first body cracked under pressure. The second kept going until the rubber grip wore smooth. That second camera? It’s still with me.
Field photography is brutal. Lenses fog when you step from freezing air into humid heat. Tripods sink into sand. Batteries die halfway up a mountain. Every failure leaves a mark, and every success becomes a piece of gear you’d trust with your life.
At Choice Reviews, I write battle reports, not brochures. If a drone wobbles in the slightest wind, you’ll hear about it. If a lens sings wide open under streetlights, I’ll celebrate it. My bias is simple: survival. Gear that breaks under pressure doesn’t belong in your bag.
I’ve trusted my equipment with moments that existed only once — a soldier lighting a cigarette in the dark, a child laughing mid-kick, a mother at a funeral. Those moments were too important for fragile tools. That’s the standard behind every word I publish.
