Archive for the Uncategorized Category


Posted in Uncategorized on July 12, 2013 by Eugene

“For as we have candles to light the darkness of night, so the cypresses are candles to keep the darkness aflame in full sunshine”

-DH Lawrence



Posted in Uncategorized on January 13, 2010 by Eugene

Within every photograph, there is also the beginning of a story, starring “once upon a time…”

Every photograph is the first frame of a movie, often the next moment, the next release of the shutter a few steps further on, the subsequent image, that is, is already tracing this story’s progress in its very own space, and its very own time.

So over the years, at least to me, taking pictures has more and more turned into “tracing stories”; with every second picture the “montage” is already on the way, and the story that has announced itself in the first picture is now moving into its own direction

defining its sense of space

and portending its sense of time.

Sometimes new actors appear, sometimes the alleged lead proves to be just a supporting part

and sometimes no person at all is at the centre, but a landscape.

–Wim Wenders

My new toy

Posted in Uncategorized on January 4, 2009 by Eugene

I would love to write about all the recession nay-saying and the impending doom that befalls us in 2009, plus gripe about those predatory chain of bankers making irresponsible policies that caused the collapse of Lehmann Brothers Bank. But instead, I think I’ll just like to gaze lovingly at my “in-spite-of-recession” toy, the very retro-styled Voigtlander Bessa-R with her new Ultron 35mm f1.7 oculars. This is a fast 35mm, wide-angle lens, great for photographic stories in low-light conditions. Though tedious, the analog camera holds a charming engagement with History and Sound. If you ever get your hands on this non-electronic camera, listen to its film advance lever and the shutter…all working mechanically to catch that moment.



What a work of beauty! And how apt that I should just have seen Ben Kingsley’s “Elegy” where the most poignant moment was him immortalizing Penelope Cruz in his Leica.

Ode to the Egg

Posted in Uncategorized on November 28, 2008 by Eugene


“Oh milky white egg, spew forth your glorious white …” nevermind. I can’t write an ode to the egg without some hint of vulgarity. Anyway, have you seen such a nice eggie? Some excerpts from the Oxford Book of Food Writing: a genre I can never fathom because the tired descriptors of food just being “nice lor” is all I can think of:

“In English the word egg is something to cup in one’s palm. On the page, the extra g, like a linguistic wink, lends the word the same oblong shape as the thing itself. Egg nestles against the curve of the tongue.

In its shell it is all smoothness and balance. Next to it, other kinds of beauty seem bony and embellished… Yet the egg lends its beauty generously—witness the way egg tempera allows itself to be saturated with color; the chalky aura that bathes a Vermeer, as though the painter has cast his light through a broken shell.

The love of eggs is a love for the tiny and tender—pinkie-sized squash, potatoes like marbles, three-week-old chickens, skinny-limbed lambs and calves—but taken one step backwards.”

Dearest SOTA students…

Posted in Uncategorized on October 8, 2008 by Eugene

I wished I took pictures of all of you in the exam hall today! But a big thank you for that unreserved birthday singing…And happy Birthday to Amni too!!

Honestly, I couldn’t possibly cry in front of you and lose my professionalism. Thank you again…

Dear Gary, dear friend…

Posted in Uncategorized on September 16, 2008 by Eugene

There’s my favourite image of him, sitting alone in the canteen, fingers pressed together and working at his laptop. WIth all the theatre kids in his heart. Just Gary, humbly intelligent, yet full of warmth and kindness in our simmering climate. No words can express how great your absence is to our work room and our school. Yet great poets do try to evince how great such loss can be … so to my friend, dearly missed amongst all:

Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroke; why swell’st thou then;
One short sleepe past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

Torquing the talk

Posted in Uncategorized on October 22, 2007 by Eugene

drivingcar.gif No particular reason for this post, except that I’m reading a review of Jeremy Clarkson’s books here, and also looking at an irritatingly cute driving icon on mycarforum. I must admit, looking at it driving is hypnotic.

Anyway, here’s a quote from Clarkson (boorish, unorthodox and something of a chauvinist) that just stuck in my mind.

I should make it plain at this point that I still like fast cars. I like them to telegraph their intentions through the fabric of my underpants. I like them to be crisp and responsive and loud and powerful. But I am unusual.”

— Jeremy Clarkson