Wes Anderson aime quand c’est bien au milieu.
nothing better than dancing to Le Temps de l’Amour
wedding song. for sure.
I remember how it feels like - those nights I stay awake and my sweaty body, uncomfortable, on my bed.
Those nights, my mind wander. To the enticing alleys of Bangkok. To the wet, noisy Taipei streets.
I speak perfectly enunciated Mandarin in a Taiwanese accent. And embarrassing broken Thai greetings.
I lose myself amongst these, my heart torn between coasts, and seas, and lands.
some days call for chinese indie music
PS. recent obsession with faye wong
When I got my photography assignment, I intended to take some cool street shots at Duxton Hill.
It didn’t happen. (CNY got a little out of hand, and I got a little lazy.)
Monday morning I borrowed Aloy’s camera and went around the neighbourhood to take some pictures by the road - a desperate attempt to finish up an assignment. The pictures weren’t fantastic, but it was enough.
The sun shines through the window twice a day at my place - early mornings, and late afternoons. It was precisely at 3.52pm Aloy told me the afternoon sun is out, forming lovely shadows (I like them, they are pretty) so I climbed a few storeys and took a few pictures feeling like a paparazzi.
I’ve always liked light, and shadows.
But perhaps my efforts are ‘wasted’, as I discover my favourite pictures are those taken at home before I left, or after I returned from location scouting. (I have to admit some are actually test shots, oops.)
And they are images I see everyday - my dad standing at the kitchen window musing, Aloy’s kitchen view, a shot of my neighbour’s colourful laundry …
These moments are truly magical and I love it.