To all the Fujis I’ve loved before: X-Pro 1, X-T1, X-T10, X-E2

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I’ve owned three Fuji X-series cameras since I made the switch from a DSLR kit three years ago, and have enjoyed them all. Going mirrorless has been a good move for someone who has to drag all her stuff around with her everywhere she goes. Using Fuji has meant owning a tough, lightweight kit that delivers pro quality images. X-Pro 1 I bought the X-Pro 1 with the XF 35mm f1.4 lens in June 2012, and this is the camera that’s been on the most adventures and withstood the most abuse of them all. Read about it here. The X-Pro 1 was the first Fuji X-series camera I ever used, and I still love how simple it is: One dial for shutter speed, another for exposure value, a function button for ISO, and …

Zack Christ in Color

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Some months ago I posted a black and white portrait of Zack Christ. It appeared he rather liked the picture too. I love black and white portraits, and I try to make them all the time. But I am influenced too much by the colour of things, still unable to concentrate only on form and contrast, ignoring the bias of hue and shade. This rings true of this picture too. So here it is, with original impression and intention intact. Try again next time.

The edge

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“Do one thing every day that scares you.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt Today, I properly closed a ten year chapter of my life. The math screamed “wrong!” Judgement said “you’re an idiot.” A probable future me said “Nup, shouldn’t have done that.” Tension fled. The mind sagged, relieved. The heart kicked back with a margarita and said “fuck it. Let the games begin.”  

States of being

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I didn’t shoot a single still frame the whole of December. Largely due to making the XF 16-55mm F2.8 promo movie, but that was a more productive photographic dry period than usual. I don’t invoke these dry periods deliberately; they happen when my brain has had enough of one kind of input – in this case, photographic – and they last for various lengths of time. Much has been written about the perpetual flood of images on the internet. For me, this is enriching because of the many lines of inquiry it offers, but taking a rest from thinking about images all the time is equally restorative to the general self, creative or otherwise. In these times, I read, I write, I consider (read: drool over) graphic and industrial design, I agitate over my experience of the world through its products, …

Georgetown, Penang

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Singapore and Malaysia have a history of mutual distrust. Nevertheless, being only a kilometre apart, the two nations have strong cultural and social ties, and a lot of Singaporeans have family in Malaysia. On a personal level, both my parents were Malaysian before leaving to find a better life in Singapore. I’ve spent a lot of time in Malaysia as a kid, but I’ve not experienced much of it. It was never different enough to pay too much attention to, and having family there made it even more home-like.

2 Years A Vagabond

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On 17 January 2015, I celebrated my second anniversary on the road. Two years have gone by so quickly, this realisation hit and ran. I have absolutely nothing profound to say about the last two years. It’s been a whirlwind, one that’s often left me staggering from the highs and lows. It’s always intense. Life is unpredictable. I’m still catching my breath, and my memories. A timeline of notable milestones, by location, because my memories are heavily flavoured by place. 2013 Departing Australia Leaving my old life. Puke-scary. Mexico La Paz, sun, sea, and a first encounter with Mexico. Mexico City: a complete shock to the system, and stepping into a darkroom for the first time. The USA Making my first movie – Beyond. It proved somewhat popular. Learning to shoot landscapes in Texas with Jerod Foster at …

A clear moon over Truchas

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November 2014, New Mexico The High Road to Taos traverses some spectacular landscapes – from the soft hues of the high deserts to the alpine lushness of the mountains. It’s the landscape of my dreams. Promises of unbroken silences abound, a picturesque prospect of peace. Along this road, lies a little town called Truchas. It has a fascinating formative history, some of which is still reality, owing to geographical isolation. Its quietness whispers discovery of the untold facets of nation – or at least, state – building. There is never enough time to chase these ghosts though. Tourist visas don’t account for those of us who wish to linger. And so, despite having driven through twice, the picture above is the most I’ve seen of this town, shot from a little rest stop as the road curves into its center. The point of sharing this picture though, is the midday …