San francisco — A thirty-year-old Polaroid camera. It’s like having a baby unicorn in your pocket. You pull this thing out at a party and you are suddenly a hipster genius. Of course EVERYONE thinks it’s digital. They really do. I return their disbelief with the most depressing expression I can muster. In the 96 minutes it takes for my small, strange prints to develop the surrounding crowd has typically shot, sh...
Rüschlikon — I have made a book. It comprises pictures of you, from being very small in your mother’s womb to your present glory of turning 18 soon. Supposedly, making this kind of book is totally easy. You send ...
Surbiton — Isn’t she a beauty? She’s my new bargain find in Crouch End, whilst out visiting my friend and her lovely 15-month-old daughter. We had a fun morning dancing around the flat, laughing and giggling wi...
Stuttgart — In this garden of disused and broken statues, Luna stood in a silent corner, nearly clean and unharmed. “Come here, my son”, she said. “I’m going to tell you the secret of beauty. If you manage to re...
Keep the red flag flying
12 years vs. 12 Months.
Nostalgia; a Silent Killer
The most attention grabbing tool in the world is...
I never could give New York the chance it deserved.
A visitor brought me a little bit of Singapore. We never stop loving our childhood favorites.
I remember everything
Spring (summer) Cleaning.
Day 34 #100HappyDays: Typewriter
He sang Ordinary People, and it was like we were on the bicycle in Hoi An all over again.
Wow, I haven't played this for a long time!
I seem to carry a lot of regret around with me, even though there's no reason to.
Riding the Sheep's Back
This clock tick tocks & todos somos enemigos del tiempo a veces...
A show piece. For actual work, people use the computer next to it. I wish I had one.
The Pen That Shaped Me
Recreating the spirit of Diwali away from home
A care package. Moments and context in ink and index cards. Makes me homesick for a place I've never been.
It's Tihar outside. Candles and strung LED lights decorate the doorways and windowsills. Sporadic noises from firecrackers, children, drums, bells and dogs pepper the night.
It’s that time of the year again. But for the third year now ...
Nostalgic About Bikes
I miss this place like an old lover.
Forts that tastes history