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A black-and-white photograph I took 5 years ago on my SLR. Loved the shot then, love the shot now. There is just something about it.

A photo exhibition that I’m sure will never reach the shores of Singapore, unless of course, we censor the privates with tape, like we do with just about any shitass art isn’t even porn to begin with.

I was pleasantly surprised to find our local photographer, Jing Quek, listed on French design portal, Fubiz™.

I want so very much to die. I want to become part of that vast extraordinary light. But dying is hard work.

An ongoing archive of universal sameness observed through the Internet by new modern graphic. Perfect for that visual masturbation we all need for an otherwise gloomy Monday afternoon.

Excellent digital retouching skills I’ll love to learn from this fella. Think the elements in the photographs are made out of toys? On the contrary, they’re real. What great use of cosmetics.

A list of my addiction liberators. What’s yours?

While we saw a glimpse of our future, I also saw the innocence I’ve long lost, in that little boy.

The one good thing about traveling alone is, you get to take your time adjusting your camera’s aperture, exposure, focus, and shutter speed, without feeling guilty making anyone else with you wait. Not satisfied with your shot? Take it again. And again. Until you’re satisfied. I appreciate moments like these.

The cracks in me run deeper than Doris Salcedo’s Shibboleth installation piece at Turbine Hall, Tate Modern. Well, at least hers will end by 6 April 2008.
Enjoy the shots I took.
The shots I will continue to take.
Let them hit me.
Again,
And again,
And again.
The cracks that will continue to spread.
The cracks that will never end.