To be honest, our purpose is never clearly defined until we start to ask the question while finding our way around others. The realisation slowly sets in that it’s a big world full of other people once we start interacting with what’s around us. In that sense, we do not live for ourselves; we do not live today to die tomorrow without knowing others, going places, and being curious about new things.
My 2017 was filled with chances, failures, breakdowns, and a whole lot of trying to keep everything upright. But the best part of it was that I’m still here a year later.
My friend, Shannen is an enthusiast of Korean pop culture. In a less time-constrained photowalk with her, she sported some autumn-inspired pieces (with some thoughts of her ‘oppas’) and something not all of us petite girls can rock — an Indonesian batik polo shirt.
Another practice run with portraits featuring an old friend, Denisé.
When I first wrote this, it was because I couldn’t sleep. When one can’t sleep, it’s usually because their mind is a river of thoughts – flowing, flowing, flowing ever so endlessly through the hours of the night. When I first wrote this, my thoughts kept flowing back and forth to one word:
Sneaked in some photos of Shannen — featuring her platinum hair and denim outfit — one gloomy day.