at the parents.
my old violin. tempted to bring it back to london so i can pull it out whenever anyone starts being broody.
my diary from when i was thirteen. i was such a dramatic little kid.
balut, not found in my bedroom,
but an absolute gem that only my vietnamese and filipino friends can appreciate,
when you don’t think about the fact that you’re eating a baby duck.
i enjoy assembling things with lots of parts (like drum kits, lighting kits and ikea dressers).
in this case, a steadicam.
my relationship with dad is most harmonious when
we’re listening to music or working together on projects big or small.
he also rigged/raised my quick release plate so the lever wouldn’t be such a nuisance. :)
i’d like to think that all documentaries i produce are to be about love,
but this one is a bit controversial and would be a huge feat.
but i decided to drive to san francisco
to interview flor mari.
i leaned in, listened intently
and was fascinated and heartbroken by her battles,
but because of the nature her history and tom’s,
and the sensationalised headlines portraying them as monsters,
i don’t know if i have the skills or talent to justly tell their story.
follow-up meeting with elaine when i get back to london next month to discuss.
i’m back after four months,
shooting and editing ten woodwork videos in five days for core77.
feeling a little guilty for being here and not having time to spend with my friends.
but i get to hang out with these guys all week.
p.s. i booked a flight to prague for june. just to see the sedlec ossuary.
elaine and i were sharing photos of ourselves in our twenties – cool, edgy.
and it feels like being in our thirties has become less about how we look,
how many awesome friends we have, “ooh look at how much fun we’re having”
and more about being happy with the subtleties.
from her, i’ve learned that in order to be happy in london, in my thirties,
i need to stop comparing london to new york.
one third of six figure salaries,
cooking dinner each weekday evening instead of seamless.com and eating out every night
and cease reminiscing al bundy moments of glory scoring four touchdowns in a single game.
it’s a slow transition and i don’t think i can give up frivolous travels just yet,
but everything else, i think i’m okay with.
oh and i totally did a belly bump portrait session yesterday.
i need to shoot some dirty, smelly musicians soon before i completely lose my edge. :)
though zee and tom make me excited about the idea of starting a family.
a few more here.
hello dear friends,
twelve more weddings to put together,
but in the meantime, i’ve made a temporary website with a few galleries.
will be available to shoot in the bay area april 7 – 27th
so if you know any lovely couples in san francisco, san jose, berkeley, etc. who need engagement portraits
(or are getting married at some later point and are looking for a photographer)
please pass this on to them:
experimenting with baking methods, in search of the perfect cookie;
slight crunch on edges, soft and chewy in the middle.
walnut chocolate chip with mandarin zest.
after working and traveling relentlessly for the past seven years in new york,
my first two months in london were spent quietly exploring the city,
gaining ten lbs from shepherds pie and roasted dinners
and adjusting to subtle differences.
sweaters are called jumpers
jumpers are onesies
tank tops are vests
vests are waistcoats
pants are trousers
and underwear are pants
and everyone seems to misunderstand me.
“why would argos sell feta cheese?” “no, i said, ‘do they sell fitted sheets?’”
though i did take on one gig since i’ve been here.
lyla and spent an afternoon roaming around shepherd’s bush shooting promos for her upcoming album.
subpop loved this one most.
and i’m giddy that it’s popping up all over the intardwebs. :)
like here, here, here, here, here and here.