My mother, silhouetted in transit at Kuala Lumpur International Airport, Malaysia. From the In Transit series
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 …
I’ve never seen street hawkers in Singapore, where I grew up. By the time I was old enough to actively think about my surroundings, they were gone, relocated to ubiquitous hawker centers found all over the island. Scenes like this never fail to make me think of home though. Not the sense of place, but situation. A communal meal with my family in Kuala Lumpur or Malacca, where we did eat on waysides, the fractures of our lives bound by ritual.
A devotee offers prayers at the Goddess of Mercy Temple in Georgetown. Built around 1800 by the Hokkien and Cantonese, it is Penang’s oldest temple and ‘home’ to 87 gods of the Taoist, Buddhist and Confucianist faiths. Penang, Malaysia.
Evening falls in Armenian Street. Penang, Malaysia.
Love is: utilitarian, service, sacrifice, shelter, feeding, unspoken, a gesture, a look, a debt, a prayer, a reason to continue. Providing shelter, that he might finish his meal while it rains. Penang, Malaysia.
I came across a beautiful set of portraits that Chia Aik Beng made of the Teochew Opera troupe, Lao Sai Tao Yuan recently. I have returned to this series a number of times, compelled by the intimacy of his portraits, and this facet of Singapore I’ve had no contact with. Then chance stepped in. After some hours wandering around the Ramadan bazaar in Geyland Serai the other night, Flemming and I found ourselves in front of a big red and white striped tent with a performance by the very same troupe in full swing. We sat down a while to take it all in. This was my first time watching a Teochew opera. I didn’t understand the language, nuance behind the make up, gestures and various stage elements. But its story was universal enough for the gist of the tale to come …
An ice cream seller serves a customer from his cargo bike on the road in Geylang Serai, during the Ramadan bazaar. Singapore.
My father used to bring me to the Sungei Rd Thieves Market on weekends, to have a browse. You never knew what you would find there. The market used to cover a much larger area than it does today, with most of it already eliminated by the construction of the expanding rail system. What remains will eventually surrender to the same fate. Picture: Fujifilm X-T10, 35mm, JPEG only.
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