Doppel
Adolescence on the cusp of womanhood, brimming with curiosity; a lust for discovery. This is a reflection of intimate growth; exploring, searching, fitting, molding. The poignant vulnerability of a maturing girl.
Contemplate
Communicate
Masturbate
Debate
Accomodate
花言巧语 / Flora Areola
http://www.thelor24ashophouseseries.com/
“the pared down facade is an intentional feature btw! (that the brave developer had to take on URA for – the latter wanted it done up in a fresh coat of prescribed pastels – so apparently this is quite a first in local shophouse conservation history!)”
My favorite curatorial duo, Amanda & Winnie also known as studioKALEIDO
Some pictures of the interior I stole from Facebook:
Here are some progress shots. And also, what I was experimenting with- palette knife painting- before I got to the final piece.
Detail: Flora Areola, nipps still in tact.
DROP BY IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY.
xxx
The Art of Rebellion: 造反有理 /KULT Magazine
Pop by this Saturday and join me at “The Art of Rebellion”
24 artists and 3 poets execute a contemporary exploration of Chinese culture; a play on the power of idiomatic suggestion.
The Art of Rebellion ▷ visual interpretations of idioms ▷
eeshaun / winnie goh / ben qwek / adeline tan / brick / xiaobao / antz / kittozutto / xiao yan / zxerokool / roy wang / michy witchy / messymsxi / tiffany tan / sun lee / pigologist / xinjie / leonard wee / cleo / kristal melson / XOTL / pamm hong / zhao renhui / SUSEJ
The Wanderlust of Words ▷ idiomatic haiku scrolls ▷
ng yi-sheng / amanda lee / rebecca toh
Opening night: 14/4, 7-11pm
feat. DJs
pamm hong / sarah chan / troupemaster / nat h.
Exhibition week: 15/4 – 22/4, 2-8pm
Curated by studioKALEIDO (Winnie Goh + Amanda Lee)
Sponsors:
42Below / The Lorong 24A Shophouse Series / Pocket Projects / Orita Sinclair
Facebook event here: https://www.facebook.com/events/110371715763513/?ref=ts
Here’s a sneak at my progress:
Oh and also, I’m in Kult Magazine: 食品, The Food Issue
momma and pops back then, when..
One of the reasons I photograph is to document for the future generations. It is scary how we all live vicariously through the lives of others with the readiness and availability of data sharing and imagery; the internet. Guilty, I am, but flipping through albums of my family’s past takes me into a different dimension altogether and I want the future to experience this too. It’s hard to express in words. Warm perhaps.
This post is dedicated to my sweet and loving folks. Cliche as it is going to sound, they have seen me through everything and I love them dearly- and am therefore showing them off to the world. I have to admit, they are pretty good looking folks too. Anyhoo, it’s nearing two in the morning and I haven’t had proper rest so I’ll save you the horrors of more incoherence.
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(far right)
daddy’s twenty first birthday
And finally, here they are with a teeny baby me.
Note to self: make photo prints and albums .
I had to do a comparison. Just cause #stachesareawesome
Hello Stranger @ at Little Man’s Opening and Zouk Members Party. Check them out, have them at your party, prance around & jiggly in front of the camera, make awesome memories. Hello stranger’s photo booths are pretty dope.
Dancing cat shows you how to do it right.
In other news, I just purchased..
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baby please. pack your bags, grab hold of my hand and run with me.
working on something great with this two x
prologue
*blink*
February 3 2012. 1.35pm My room smells of scented candles. My favorite kind; of mixed berries. The once opaque candles have melted into liquid crystal. Ruby red reflecting the dancing flame. Hypnotizing.
It has been a quite a spectacular start of my new year and I’ve found love, friendship, passion. The best part is, all of the aforementioned are simultaneous. Yes I might be a little cornball having said that but it is merely the beginning. We’ll see where this takes me but I have a good feeling for the year. For now, I have embarked on personal projects, beginning with a drawing a day. Keep your eyes peeled for more. Mine are.
Word of the year: Stellar
Overdue posts: Vietnam, Round up of 2011
invasion
Studio invasion at Calibre last Saturday while Matt was at work. (Photographs from my bessa)
So I had penned some thoughts to be in this post only for it to be taken away so here I am again, popping bleuets (possibly the best fruit in the world) and recollecting lost words. Note to self: Save drafts regularly
In my musing of late, I’ve began to notice how the term “Photographer” has been thrown about rather loosely. Anyone is permitted to employ it, and perhaps everyone with a camera does. It is with this I refuse the title. I might come across as an elitist or maybe a nonconformist now but really, I’d rather not use that term on myself. I am far too inadequate to hold that title. Well, at work, I’m known as the Memory Maker. Now that seems more like a peppy title, doesn’t it?
On photography: With a camera, I feel as if I’m able to encapsulate a single entity and it’s surroundings, glimpse the soul of an individual. Power. I say this with the scene off Ghostbusters in my head; Bill Murray and gang, armed with proton packs, capture streams aimed at the enemy, an incredible force field drawing the ghost slowly into a containment unit. Speaking of power, ” To photograph is to appropriate the thing photographed. It means putting oneself into a certain relation to the world that feels like knowledge- and, therefore, like power.” ~Susan Sontag. I am particularly fond of how she says photographs fiddle with the scale of the world.
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This is Matt and this is his work.
Contact him at matthew.zhang.w.l@gmail.com if you’d like to work with him x
In other news, there was an article written on me in the Straits Times last weekend
Kimchii Land
Korea on film.
Withdrawal
Found this lying in my drafts:
“So I arrived back home in Singapore over a week ago sporting a new tan; a couple of shades darker. The flight home was tough. I had left a little of my soul where the islands of Krabi meet the sea.
’twas an ideal week. I had fallen in love with the sun once more and I never wanted to leave. There was no time for strife. I wandered alone on the island in my favorite bikini top, slippers in hand, allowing much interaction between my physical body and nature. The sun caressed my skin and I buried my feet in the earth.”
I’ve lost track of my days and have since been to Korea and back (I shall elaborate in the next post) The weather in Singapore has been dreary and wet, my tan has faded, it’s back to life in the city. Oh how I miss the sun.
top; Film
and then Digital:
Our happy post dive faces to end the post. I’ll save another post for Krabi Kreaturess/ Kats of Krabi.
