Friday, August 29, 2014

I Do This More Often Than I Care To Admit

(What do you mean, normal people don't dress their dogs up in designer human clothes, pose them in front of DIY backdrops, adjust the lighting and then take heavily-filtered Instagram photos of them?)

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The Mall Beach at Gurney Drive, Penang

It's not a great picture, and it's a really shitty beach. I don't think anyone is allowed to even step onto it. But there's something about this lonely little stretch of sand and debris that haunts me - a faded, goodbye-all resignation in the polluted seaweed air, and all that water drowned out by the honks and whines of traffic going by on the road less than two metres away. Car headlights run mindlessly over the sand, over and over and over again. Nothing moves. I imagine all the hermit crabs and sea snails have been fossilised by the blinding light, their eyestalks long ago burnt out from the repetition: light, dark, light, dark, light. Never dark enough.