Another print sale candidate

Title says it all. Sara prefers cool-toned photographs, and I tend to prefer warmer tones, but I’m not above experimentation—I’d say it worked out pretty well! Now time to see it in print form before deciding. Would you enjoy seeing this printed?

Speaking of prints, Google has a new and rather interesting app called PhotoScan by Google Photos available for Android and iOS. It’s not exactly cutting-edge technology, but it does show us how far the phone has come to replace most of our needs that used to require a desktop computer.

It’s a little scary how quickly we’ve left that behind, and embraced how ephemeral our photos seem to be now—digital, living in the cloud, etc. I still prefer mine printed, in hand, where I can dork over in my own time. Nothing can replace that tactile feel of the printed photograph or a photobook. Which is incongruous to how much I’ve taken to reading e-books (I have a lot still to go through on my Kindle Reader app, installed on a Nexus 7 tablet and my new mobile phone.) over their dead tree counterparts.

This young dinosaur still lives and breathes, and will redirect all manner of insults about my habits and age to /dev/null. Now back to work!

The fight never ends

These were the expressions that I and many friends had when last Wednesday came to an end—a helpless despair that was hard to quantify and even harder to accept. Granted, I’m not a US citizen, and we have our own challenges here in Singapore—the PAP government has announced, in an about-face that is damningly hypocritical even looked in its most favourable light, that our next Elected Presidency will be “reserved” for the Malays—the result represents a most disappointing and even depressing outcome.

I do not usually talk about politics here, as I speak about it all the time with friends, but I am under no illusions about politics being an everyday fact of life; it permeates everything, shapes psyche and discussion, and even societal norms on the whole. The aftermath of that disastrous result in the US have shown us that, if the results of Brexit earlier in the year have not yet made that abundantly clear.

Words have consequences. Rhetoric is hardly ever empty. And the work that any creatives do are no exception—we are supposed to challenge the comfortable perspective, subvert conventions. The work is hardly ever devoid of commentary, no matter how much we try. But therein lies the solution, for me, in that the only way, or at least, the best way for me to deal with situations like these is to keep working. That is our sole responsibility as creatives, to keep plugging away, and in our own little spheres of influence, shape realities. Anything else is folly.

Channel that rage if you feel it. Do something about it. If that is, as Neil Gaiman puts it, “making art”, then get out there and do so. That’s all the politics you’ll find on this particular blog. I may write about it on another, and I’ve been thinking about doing that for a while (back to a previous life, as it were), but only when I’m ready.

The work begins anew. The fight never ends.

[NSFW] Sunday Nude

Just a quick picture post before a visit to the parents—and a reminder of how much I love working with models like Suzzi. It’s been a few months, and I should probably start planning for a shoot soon.

Will this make it to print form? Maybe, maybe not. It probably won’t make a lasting enough impression for me to translate into a print, but it is a “happy” photo, so it’s good enough to post.

If anyone wishes to buy it though…

Weekends are for breathing in, and out, slowly

This week’s events has left my brain reeling, and while I recover my balance, it’s good to remember that weekends are a great way to take a break from the insanity of the past week. I might write more about that in a future post, but those of you who know me would know what disconcerted me so. 

So, on to something more digestible: I like this photo of Roarie because it’s surreal and dreamy.

I just got home after a Photovoice workshop, our first project in a long while, and I’m happy to report that despite the obstacles that were thrown at us, the session went incredibly smoothly. The volunteers and participants were enthusiastic, which always helps. I got to go around photographing, camera in hand, and that cures many ailments. That needs to happen more often.

Note to self: remember to breathe slowly, in and out, one breath, one step, one day at a time, and I think we’ll all be fine. At least, that’s how I’m dealing with things.

New photo from a new toy

So I’m rather proud of the fact that I haven’t bought a new camera in years, which of course is partly due to the fact that the Olympus E-M5 is such a capable camera that is an absolute joy to use. But over last weekend a friend was offloading some of the cameras he doesn’t use (a story for another day) and offered one of those to me at a price that is borderline criminal.

Long story short, I’m now the proud owner of a Fujifilm X-Pro2. And boy, am I loving it. I still have to buy lenses for it, of course, as I intend to fully transition to using it as my main workhorse, but that will come in due course. This one is taken with the 27mm (40mm-equivalent) f/2.8 pancake, which is pretty dang good. Thanks, Dav!

Right now I’m enjoying the 23mm f/2 lens that another friend has so kindly loaned. Eventually I’ll replicate the setup I have with the E-M5: a 35mm-e, 50mm-e, and an 85mm-e. Maybe even a zoom lens for those pesky events I need to shoot,  but probably not.

I’d take a snap of the camera but apparently my phone camera is broken. More soon!

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