These materials were actually pivotal for my creative works. They transitioned me from photography into making videos. It started from a short film about abandoned chairs, then ambient videos on a red sofa. When I got into COFA, broken TVs were used for a looped video assignment. And it concluded with video installation about torn mattresses.
No one would care how they got there or how they would end but they were so intriguing to me that I needed to exercise my imagination to tell their stories. Having explored them again reminded me how beauty could be discovered from discarded lives on the streets.
On another aspect, I was thinking of doing urban landscape comparison between my old photography and the latest visit. But there was no concrete plan for it and I enjoyed drifting in the streets and back lanes. However, I got a chance to do only one properly.
When you have lived somewhere in a long time, you developed your own local comfort food. That absolutely happened to me in Sydney.
In fact, the first thing I did was getting to Happy Chef for their Crispy Skin Chicken. And through out the Sydney trip, it was my quest to soothe my cravings for food I used to have.
It was a big list from Aussie big brekky to Indian diner and late night kebabs. And I barely got a room for something new. But some dish could be done somewhere new, like lamp shank in Manly Beach or fish & chips in Bondi. Nevertheless, I got to have a real good Turkish ice cream for the first time.
I tried to avoid Thai since it became redundant for me in Bangkok. However, Stilgherrian introduced me to the best of my all-time favourite dish, tub waan. Yes, tub waan at C Bar was better than average shop in the original Thailand. And when I had a night out with Thai friends at the very same pub, they also ordered it. That just confirmed it.
It is fair to say that Australian food has its own characteristics. I used to question it about Australian food. But I look at the variety of cuisines it offered just in Newtown/Enmore area. (And King Street never fell short of Thai restaurants and that’s a fact!)
Furthermore, my cooking also evolved around it with Aussie twist. When I got frustrated that there was no Thai dish my family used to cook for us so I had to make it myself. Then, it gradually had the spin of its own. For examples, kangaroo panang curry and roast chicken stuffed with rice in home-made curry paste. And it went further than Thai cuisine to, to name a few, Fijian-Indian curry, minestrone, cauliflower & blue cheese soup, beetroot & feta salad, my own spin of bolognese sauce. Like they do in Australia.
It was planned when I finished the contract job in DC by the end of March to be able to get to Bangkok by the time of Thai New Year celebration. And I party so as if there was no next year.
There have been some concerns, as always with decencies of water fight, the fatality of the road tolls, and this year, Southeast Asia is facing a severe drought. That would be that the killer, which bring the festival down.
Nonetheless, I go out all three days to the three major spots in Bangkok: Silom, Royal City Avenue, and Khao Sarn Road. I play with pano in iPhone that gives a jiggering effect when panning the phone around with lots of moving people. It portrays the wild scene nicely, I find. Click each image to see the details of deform humans. Continue reading Songkran Like No Next One→
In the early days in Washington DC, when people asked me “What do you think about DC?” I rolled my eyes and sighed because it was just too soon to tell plus the stress of the relocation. Now, with eight months of my job contract is over and I’m about to leave the city, I can look back and see what I can come up with. Photo is the usual visual diary to document I find in everyday life and Instagram is the usual channel for sharing it.
Here are some of the things I find in eight months living in Washington DC.
As a boy from tropic, I wasn’t really looking forward this Snowzilla, my first ever snow storm saga. But it turned out to be an interesting small adventure in D.C.
I was preparing to stay in the house until it ended. Especially, I tumbled on the slippery street on the first snowy night. That was a bad alarm. But when it actually came knocking on your door in the morning with the white landscape on the street, the smooth-looking snow lured me out with the camera.
I decided to take the regular route from Mount Pleasant to Adams Morgan. The condition was tough with 30-cm snow and the freezing wind. Still, I wasn’t alone on the street.
However, the camera (it’s the office camera, for disclosure) wasn’t prepared for it. When the snow landed on it, it turned into the liquid form. And that could be the big problem. My goal was to get to the destination, get a lunch, and grab some drinks at the regular pubs.
Funny enough, pubs were open as usual and I had too much to drink as usual.