heavy heart, heavy skies

this afternoon in chelsea, fixated on a smokestack.

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las vegas, nevada

joe and i crammed a bunch of tripods and pelican cases into the crunchwagon
and roadtripped from san francisco to vegas for CES last week.

somewhere in the mojave desert.

mojave desert
abandoned gas station

five days of video shoots.

i didn’t know much about shaquille o’neal before thursday
and posted a frame grab of him smiling at fitz on my instagram.
after reading up on his crusade of a career,
this one felt more suitable.

shaquille o'neal, shaq

i haven’t been properly home since i flew out to london last november.
i’m tired.

a mah and a yeh, who taught us kindness.

when grandpa passed away two decades ago,
the only thing i kept from his bedroom was this photograph of him and grandma.


her meticulously coiffed fringe, braids, ribbons, rouge.
i wish i knew the story behind this portrait.
was it for a special occasion? did she love that dress most?
were they happy?

vienna, austria.

three friends who share an affinity for carl sagan, archaic odds and ends
and dressing like eighty year old men
got together for a quiet weekend in vienna.

vienna, austria
mark wainwright, vienna flea market
vienna natural history museum, naturhistorisches museum wien
gregory manalo
mark wainwright
veanne cao
veanne cao, mark wainwright, gregory manalo
vienna christmas market

there isn’t a narrative; i’m just picking out a few of my favourite images.

veanne cao
gregory manalo, mark wainwright

but our entire weekend can be summed up in this one video.

currently listening to:
the trip was inspired by an anthem from my 20’s.

in london for the week

remember that one time i missed out on the reception at the palace
because i got food poisoning from raw oysters and ended up stuck in my hotel room all night
because i didn’t want to accidentally poop myself in front of royalty?
yeah, i do. because it’s happening right now.

fergus says, “how did a lowly peasant like you get invited to the palace?”

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my friends at monogold got ahold of a vhs camera
so a bunch of us hung out in 1991 for the day
and they made this music video.

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autumn is my favourite season.

autumn, central park

(also, i should note that this is cristina, not me, in the picture. but we’re so similar anyway…)

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san francisco summer

this city,
brimming with tender memories,
but clearly we’ve outgrown each other.

san francisco fog

impervious to blue

i’m rather fond of this summer.
a bit reluctant to say goodbye.

shoe tossing, shoe telephone line, shoe powerline

coney island

“what should we do today?”
“i want a hot dog.”

coney island

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london for two weeks.
jack and i shot part 8 in the series of short films.

a few behind the scenes stills by the brilliant leanne dixon.

inchoate script
victoria jane appleton, inchoate, veanne cao
veanne cao, inchoate
ryan cloud, inchoate, veanne cao
inchoate, veanne cao
victoria jane appleton, inchoate, veanne cao
i still use the chalkboard slate from my first film ten years ago
because it’s humbling and it reminds me that story and actors first and foremost,
before all the fancy equipment, before everything else.

cornwall, england

pancake lens on the 5DM3.
which is the equivalent of like, installing beer can speakers in a cadillac.

polruan, fowey, cornwall
polruan, fowey, cornwall
polruan, fowey, cornwall
polruan, fowey, cornwall
polruan, fowey, cornwall

lyndsey baked these delightful scones.
except we call them biscuits.
but in the u.k., their biscuits are our cookies.
and jaffa cakes are basically cookies, except they’re called jaffa. effing. cakes.


and their argument goes, “we invented the language.”
and my response has always been, “well, we’ve streamlined it.”
to which their replies have always been, “oh fuck off.”

oliver and jonny.

jonny kaldor, oliver howell
cornwall, fowey, polruan

currently listening to:
my favourite love song this summer.



before moving to london in 2013,
my friends and i would compete annually against other teams around the world in the 72-hour film shootout.

72 hours to write, produce, shoot, edit… make a five-minute film based on a common theme,
which, if you know anything about filmmaking, is pretty absurd
and you have to be a little crazy to attempt such a feat.

so now i’m back and our goal remains the same:
make each other laugh, hopefully make audiences laugh.

our little comedy placed 2nd.
i was just happy it actually made it into aaiff (asian american international film festival)
and we got to see it on the big screen. :)

austin, texas

corey and i got inked this 4th of july weekend. the amen break.
i have the first two bars, corey has the last two.
because our 16-year friendship all started with the mutual obsession of this drum loop.

raw sound wave, straight from the original sample:

veanne cao

produced, shot, edited.

in collaboration with rice creative for marou, faiseurs de chocolats and national gallery singapore
– a chocolate/design/art project using a 500 year old hand-made printmaking process
that utilises all natural resources, originated from a small village in the north of vietnam.

an excerpt.

entire video here with article.

savannah, georgia

oak trees suffused with spanish moss and muffled trumpet melodies.
this past weekend down south defined my nabokov happiness
– “a sunny, simple happiness and not an altogether common one.”

wormsloe, savannah, georgia

currently listening to:

new york city

been wandering around foreign countries for the past couple years
and now that i’m home,
i’ve been doing all the little things i’ve taken for granted,
like checking out new restaurants with my funny friends,
movie nights in the park,
summery late evening walks through lower manhattan

and amazing live shows at intimate venues.
i got to see born ruffians, one of my favourite bands, perform the anthem to my entire last year of london.

“away, away, a way to always belong. belong, belong, won’t be long until i am gone.”

i also met luke afterwards.
that was pretty cool. :)

sunday with alena.

veanne cao

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saturday night in dumbo.

2016 is proving to be a rather charming year.

manhattan bridge, brooklyn bridge, dumbo

currently listening to:
all the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run, better run….

henri turned seven years old

and in the past year he’s lived three different lives:
sir henri of east putney who tried to herd sheep in the english countryside
(if you look closely, he’s the little white speck hopping behind the sheep),
ong-ree of saigon who likes sightseeing from my backpack on the scooter

and now mr. muffinhead is back in his hometown of new york,
in our little corner of soho after a trek through the city with his old shiba inu friends.



new york city buildings

tahoe, california

ending 2015 with a trip to the mountains with two of my best friends.
we were the last ones on the slope.

northstar tahoe ski lift
lake tahoe snow mountains
(vi chugging her vodka-filled water bottle before the big drop.)

snowboarding in zero visibility and fresh powder is the closest thing to flying;
i couldn’t think of a better way to say goodbye to the year (and such).

currently listening to:
if you keep your options open there are places you will go.