| Photography |
I'd probably have seven rolls of undeveloped film sitting in the lonely corner of my shelves. Four
rolls trolls of negatives from flaky Holga, for one of those throwbacks whenever I contract a case of hoarder's nostalgia. Then came along the freshest and progressive 35mms (good enough to be blown up) onboard my analog squad (the real #squadgoals). Photographing in film? It's not a lost art if it takes practice. Is it worth it? If you're looking for detail, tonal range, some surprise and unreplicated magic; pay the time, and reduce the heavy petting on the shutter. (Candidly speaking.)
Last year, I was adamant about moving away from home for exposure. It's not like I've changed my mind. What I meant was, plans stay the same and so does my sentiment of belonging. I've felt closer to those bright lights in this little big city. This year has been reflective. After Lee Kuan Yew's recent passing, we took a time-travel back to 50 years ago when we claimed our independence as a young nation with nothing available and everything to prove to the world as a #comebackkid. Singapore is beautiful, but like beauty itself, is subjective. For some, it's merely a country to transit between places, but for others, it beckons the traveler to return again and again to our changing cityscape. You can't please everyone but you can certainly amaze them. It may be a small country but it's a damn inspiring one. With so many talents and boundless creativity, we are our unique local flavour to the spice of life. So on 9 August, we celebrate.
| Travel |
There are many cities that are could easily charm our socks off, make us book the next ticket out and then compare our expectations of those wallpaper worthy Google Image searches that we are so alluded to once we step foot into the said city. I reckon, it's not about making a checklist of Instagram-able photo walks but how you choose to celebrate the city's magnificence by soaking in its architecture, culture, food, and more importantly, localising yourself--with the locals themselves. Marrakech may seem like a distant memory now but the fondest of times were spent appreciating the amount of effort the Moroccans do to make you feel thoroughly at home. Airbnb, you say? Do your research, I say, and pick a darn good riad (preferably one with spectacular views, and that is safe and cosy).
Hot tip: Stay during the off-peak season so you don't have to wait until the Atlas Mountains collects snow, for previous guests to get off that cabana.