The humidity after the storm was overwhelming; I soon came to learn that Kuala Lumpur is always a city after the storm. The taxi from the airport took an age, the traffic jam and the torrential rain reduced everything to a crawl; All you could see out of the windows was an en endless smudge…

Back in the day, when I was shooting film and travelling, I usually had 2 cameras with me, one with transparency (slide) film and one with black and white. The colour slide film was for stock library work (I used to make quite good money doing that) and b&w was just for me, to be…

It’s been three years since my last trip to New York City, and I can’t deny it—this city is as magnetic as ever. I’m sitting at Maybelle’s Cafe in Brooklyn, surrounded by industrious people typing away on their laptops. Feeling the pressure, I’m joining in and attempting to knock out this blog post. The Weather…

Sensory Overload and Second ImpressionsI returned to Hong Kong this past September, and like my first visit, it hit me hard—much like New York City did the first time. That same manic energy, the jet lag-fuelled high, the desperate need to absorb everything before it disappeared. I ran around in the heat and humidity like…

Berlin in Hibernation Mode: A Reality Check My first Berlin Christmas had me ready to sign a lease—until my second visit revealed the city curled up under a blanket of snow like a grumpy cat. The streets were quiet, the locals scarce, and the only souls braving the cold were fellow wide-eyed newcomers. Turns out,…

A long time ago, in a small village, I had a dream. Not the kind where you’re flying or falling into an abyss (though, honestly, those dreams were pretty regular too). No, this dream was all about Hong Kong. I was a young art student, lost in the usual swirl of creativity and teenage angst,…

A Resort Town’s Quiet Transformation There’s a particular energy to places built for pleasure when the crowds have thinned. Castelldefels, with its wide, endless beach and slightly faded resort charm, felt like a stage after the actors had taken their final bow. Barcelona’s beaches hum with local life year-round, but here—just a short bus ride…

The Sudden Silence of Sun-Drained Rooms Most of these shots happened in a breath—stolen between the slamming of doors and the distant shrieks of kids rediscovering waves. The herd had migrated to the beach, and I was alone, suddenly hyper-aware of the house’s empty buzz. It felt like stumbling onto a crime scene where the…

The Hipstamatic Experiment: Nostalgia Without the Cheese I caved and bought the Hipstamatic app, fully prepared to overdose on faux-vintage filters and regret it by lunchtime. But here’s the twist: the app’s glacial pace—one photo every 30 seconds, if you’re lucky—turns you into a sniper, not a spray-and-pray tourist. No burst mode, no do-overs. Just…