Empty streets
I regret Late Night Alumni wasn’t kissing my ears as I faded into the streets. After a glossy evening at this fancy hotel, looking at the MATT stars and overdressed extravaganzas. After the lousy collage of laughters and blings and cheers. I returned myself to the rare emptiness the streets in my city have to offer. Under … Read more
Good Mid-night
It’s a love-hate relationship that I have with getting drunk. The boundless spectrum of opportunities that I brainstorm with buddies are enticing, whereas the incapability to assure a good-night sleep could be an irresponsible disaster. Yet this night is a good one, that I could meet my buddies, talk about aspiring stuff and funny things. … Read more
The perfect photo
My large white wall is a luxury and a waste. To make my home sweeter I decided to give it a mate. Those galleries in Central are fantasylands but every fascination shatters when you check out the price. Because I’m poor, passion just can’t buy me art. Etsy becomes my haven again; and I have … Read more
Lovely afternoon.
As I was mourning for the short wintertime, sunlight crawled across the entire city. Streets were kissed by warmth. It was lovely. Lovelier is this old man, enjoying his nap, carefree about surroundings. Who cares what hedge fund is.
WE DESIRE
Published in WestEast Magazine #27 ’09 Spring/Summer SPICE
HOME IS WHERE THE GREEN IS
“There is no endeavour nobler than the attempt to achieve a collective dream. When a city accepts as its mandate its quality of life; when it respects the people who live in it, when it respects the environment; when it prepares for future generations, the people share responsibility for that mandate, and the shared cause is the only way … Read more
VIVA KASINO
Imagine a new friend you meet at a pub. Badly drunk you only manage to muddle sentences beautiful in content but nonsense in logic. You walk up to the Himalayas, rocket to the Moon, and have a fruity brunch in the Amazon forest. Without any common sense your speech goes fluent and wild. You enjoy … Read more
Finally I met Kim Joon.
Not quite professional as an editor, I didn’t change my status after that into a hardworking mode. I was flattered, and the joy of it maintained for the whole day – after meeting KIM JOON at Sundaram Tagore yesterday morning. After several tries to get an artist so incredible I almost gave … Read more
WALKING CORPSES
I am never a peeper, but she drew my attention and hidden desire to do so. I wanted to get her out of my way and my sight, but our directions happened to be coherent, so it’s the Lord who told me to take this picture, as a remembrance of this one of the many … Read more
Biased Philantrophy
The first thing that makes this morning rememberable is the sudden thrill that cooled down the city, intensely. And the second thing is this Chupa Chups flower. I walked pass all the fundraisers around that corner in Central as usual. The variety of charity orgs fake or real is just too much to identify. But … Read more
