…is a bitch.
Half the time i think my job as/the whole point of being a photographer is to find life in the blindingly ordinary, the stuff I don’t think about, ever.
Because if I can’t see a different possibility, then I can’t ask another to do the same. You gotta do the work, you know?
This place above? I walk through that concrete portal everyday. To eat at the hawker center, to catch the bus or train, to walk out into the world, and to come back home through it. 80% of us in this country walk through spaces like that everyday.
The void decks of our public housing apartment blocks contain waypoints of our daily lives. And they too can bring out blockbuster broodiness when the city lights come out to battle the gloaming.
In trying to unsee the things I take for granted, it’s a always the exercise of removing context.
I’ve seen apartment blocks like this in Serbia, Italy, Denmark. I’ve admired their foursquare, brutalist solidity, stepped back to consider them in context of the greater urban landscape. Appreciated them for what they represent, dug around to find their history.
Then I get back to Singapore, where they are a veritable forest of geometric opportunity covering great swathes of the country, and I think profound thoughts like “wah lau, why we have to wait so long for the traffic light? Sun very hot leh.”