I don’t want to over-intellectualize things, but after doing this for a few years now, I’ve come to the conclusion that for me, to take street photographs is to think on my feet.
When I came upon the above scene for example, I am reminded of how much culture depends on physical toil that is too often, invisible. We marvel at the Great Wall of China, at the pyramids in Egypt, and of course, there’s an invisible history of physical toil involved.
I like the way signs are re-appropriated for other purposes. The full-size image of an air hostess welcomes you into the shop, which is closed for lunch. I make it a point to come here every time I’m in Singapore, to check out some of those NATO watch straps.
The deployment of trees is part of the city’s architecture.
The trees frame the building. Living in the city, we tend to forget that it is ultimately nature that frames human activity.
Something we do every day, waiting at a pedestrian crossing. One of those insignificant yet ubiquitous experience that characterizes urban life which we tend to forget.
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Camera: Olympus XA 3
Film: Ilford XP2
I do have a routine, and go to the same few places time and again.
These are all taken within a week or so on the same roll of film, with my Minolta AF-C loaded with Kodak ColorPlus 200.
My usual haunts are Shamshuipo and Wu Kai Sha beach.
That’s a cooking stove by a village house along Wu Kai Sha beach.
They say the best camera is the one you have with you.
I have cult rangefinders such as the Canonet QL 17 GIII, Yashica GX and the Leica M6.
But nowadays I’m in a point-and-shoot and snapshot-aesthetics phase.
So it’s either a Contax TVS, Olympus XA2, or Minolta AF-C.
These are to me signs of life, these ropes and bricks, arranged as if for display.
Sometimes, I strike up a conversation with people with my broken Cantonese.
This gentleman runs a BBQ site at Wu Kai Sha beach. He was trying to convince me to book a BBQ pit for my family for the coming weekend and as a bonus, he would throw in a few complimentary pieces of cuttlefish.
At Shamshuipo. That’s one of my favorite pit stop. Whenever I walk past, I’d try to take a shot.
It seems we oscillate between desire and labour all the time.
We discipline ourselves to make sure the plumbing works.