30 days of black & white – part i

Cliffs of Moher from the cafe (Ireland)

Titanic Museum (Belfast)

View of the habour from a cruise ship (Penang)

Queen’s University (Belfast)

Skogafoss (Iceland)

Streets of Galway (Ireland)

Seljalandsfoss (Iceland)

Hallgrímskirkja (Iceland)

Flowers in the city (Iceland)

Spiral staircase in Perlan (Iceland)

Specimens (Iceland)

Dettifoss (Iceland)

Gullfoss (Iceland)

Corridor of centuries (Norwich)

Textures upon textures and a ship in the distance (Iceland)

Abandoned pizza place (Norfolk)

Somewhere towards the end of June, Syam and I were talking and just spontaneously decided to do a photo challenge. We decided that black and white photos would give us the flexibility and 30 days was an ideal length. And so it began. 

I happened to be travelling during the month of July, which made it both a blessing and a curse; the blessing being able to take a variety of photos – even knowing that the whole point of the challenge was to find something interesting in everyday’s mundane, but being on the move certainly helped – and the curse being the effort to keep up with posting everyday. 

But enough talking. If you haven’t seen it on Instagram, I’m sharing it in 2 parts here. Enjoy! 


quiet love

My love is honey tongue.
Dandelion wine in a pitcher.
Thirsty love. 
My love licks it’s fingers
before it has even fed.
My love is peach juice 
dripping down the neck.
Too much sugar love.
Cavity love. Toothache,
tummy ache love.
Soft hands holding the
jaw open love.
Summer love. Sticky sweet,
sticky sweat love.
My love can’t ride a bike.
My love walks everywhere.
Wanders through the river.
Feeds the fish, skips the stones.
Barefoot love.
My love stretches itself out on
the grass, kisses a nectarine.
My love is never waiting.
My love is a traveller,
a fruit-eater, a holder.
My love is alive. Warm.
It lives.
It breathes.
 

— Caitlyn SiehlWarm after  “Love, Gravity, and Other Forces” by Anita Ofokansi


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Darlings in love: Claire and Zac (also as @islandears on Instagram) 

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Sweet Cili Boutique Hotel

Looking very Kinfolk-inspired

Urban Spice cafe

Last year, a friend of mine opened two boutique hotels and a cafe in the middle of George Town, Penang. The place was quite simple but with little rustic details, which was nice. Being in George Town itself meant that it was just a few minutes walk away from most of the attractions, the closest being the popular street art. 

After shooting, I had lunch at their cafe – Urban Spice cafe. It’s a pleasant, air-conditioned place (a must in our Malaysian weather) with decent food. Now, this post is not a sponsored one. I’d wanted to share the images but was never sure where would be the most appropriate to place them, so now that I have this website-linked-blog, I thought it’d be nice to have them here. 


Film Director’s Showcases - GTF 2015

I was part of the organising team in George Town Festival 2015 and was lucky enough to meet some world class directors and covered their film showcases as a photographer.  

Screening of “New York, I Love You”

Q&A session

Emmanuel Benbihy of the “Cities of Love” series at the screening and director’s showcase at Hin Bus Depot. 

Meeting fans and autograph session

Film director Sanif Olek, at the screening of his Oscar entry film, “Sayang Disayang” and sharing his experiences of the production of the film. 

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Golden days

It was Charlotte’s first time in Malaysia. I visited her in KL, the big city, a few months ago, and when she finally had a long weekend off, she decided to make a trip to Penang. 

Coming on a long weekend was a mistake. What she expected to be a 4 hour bus ride turned out to be an 11 hour one. She arrived starving with an almost dead phone. The first thing I took her to was for a meal – and it wasn’t just because of Penang’s fame for food. 

We visited the usual touristy sights, with the biggest struggle being parking. We also ate non-stop – the itinerary was something like: sightseeing, food, sightseeing, food, sightseeing, food, dessert. I said we burnt it off from the distance we had to walk, as I normally had to park my car much further from where we were going. 

I’d said I would show her the beach, but when I looked up the route on Waze, the traffic was a crawling, blood-red vein. We ended up going to a nearer, smaller and more peaceful one, and there, we shot some photos. Just like old days.


Cromer Pier

I met Lucy over the summer. She’d come, flown thousands of miles across the globe, to the island that is my hometown for an internship. We find out that she goes to the same university in England as my sister. 

Half a year later, I pack my bags and visit my sister at her campus. Lucy and I are ecstatic to meet again – it almost feels unreal. It’s a typically rainy day but still she drives both my sister and I to a nearby beach town. The pier remains statuesque in the gloom. 

We wander for a bit, drink some tea in a cafe before heading back to town. 


Claire moon

She inhabited the house her grandmother used to live in, surrounded by collections of driftwood and whisky bottles. A yellowing fan hung from the ceiling that reached to the skies and the stars found themselves on the cold concrete ground. Every year, she shredded her old skin and draped it over the fence. Someone always collected it within a day. 

This time, I followed her in. She turned around, and laughed before I shot her through the bare pale cage that held everything inside together.

A small series of portraits of Claire taken around three weeks ago. 

She inhabited the house her grandmother used to live in, surrounded by collections of driftwood and whisky bottles. A yellowing fan hung from the ceiling that reached to the skies and the stars found themselves on the cold concrete ground. Every year, she shredded her old skin and draped it over the fence. Someone always collected it within a day. 

This time, I followed her in. She turned around, and laughed before I shot her through the bare pale cage that held everything inside together.

A small series of portraits of Claire taken around three weeks ago. 

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