I will be first to admit that I am terrible at updating my blog. I used to have plenty of time to write and rant about my life, and, indeed, I had several blogs that I kept up starting in high school. Recently, I’ve taken to ranting more than writing, and, I’ll admit, it makes […]Read More I am terrible at blogging | Japan in Black and White (October 2016)
There are some books that are written out of order– they start somewhere in the middle and piece together the various strands of the story into a woven tapestry of scenes, pictures, and images. Not every moment is recorded, and not every scene is explained, but it all becomes one cohesive whole at the end […]Read More New York, New York (in BW)
For those of you who follow me on Instagram in addition to this blog, you already know that, starting January 1 of this year, I started on a new project. Yes, my friends– I am now shooting in all black and white. And I am not talking about just converting select color photos to black and white, but […]Read More Embarking on a Black and White Journey
These are my brothers. We hang out. We have a good time. We look alike. Our favorite pastime is sending awkwardly close-up selfies to each other in group texts. The one on the left is older. The one on the right is younger. I’m the oldest. The youngest just turned 21. So they came to […]Read More O Brother, Where Art Thou?
I often pass this fella on my way to my company’s Hong Kong office from my hotel. Undistracted by passing traffic and immune to the hustle and bustle of Hong Kong, he looks like he’s listening to a storyteller weave a fascinating story. // 35mm film photo, Wan Chai, Hong Kong, August 2016. I travel […]Read More Ooh de lally (Thoughts on Solo International Travel for Work)
James Turrell is a master of light. … We went to the de Young in San Francisco to check out the Ed Ruscha exhibit a couple months ago. We had tickets to see the museum, too, and we were excited to explore properly. A friend of mine was married at the de Young years ago, […]Read More James Turrell: “we are dwellers at the bottom of the ocean of air.”
From a technical, Western standpoint, summer is still here. The autumn equinox isn’t occurring for another seven days. A week. Yet it already feels like fall. The days are crisp, and the everything feels fragile and delicate. I grow melancholy in the evenings as the shadows grow long too soon. Long days shorten. Nights grow […]Read More Last Summer Hurrah (in Napa, CA)