Anyone But Everyone Else

Give me afternoon sunlight and even the slightest hint of "yes, alright, you may, er, photograph me" and in five minutes I'm already emptying the SD card, switching lenses, and getting my photographer gear on - which includes an old orange house shirt with holes and a tangled, frizzy excuse for a hairstyle. Frolicking around the neighborhood looking like I ran a 5K while being devoured by mosquitoes.. I think this what they call, "suffer for your craft?"

Three quick outfit changes and forty minutes later, these were the images we came up with. A no-fuss, street style-esque photoset. I've come to the realization that the love-hate relationship I have with shooting in natural sunlight is completely fictional. There is no love or hate, just adrenaline. (No regrets, just ~luv~) There's a certain level of stress I thrive on, and the pressure of shifting clouds, the setting sun, and less than perfect conditions all while trying to capture and direct your model is quite exciting! It may be my bum life talking (NOT COMPLAINING), but yes, I think thrilling encapsulates it better.

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Life in 4x4

December so far has been messy - quite literally, as we've been doing a lot of spring (or winter?) cleaning at home. Being the huge sentimentalist that I am, you can imagine that letting go of old memorabilia - post it notes, movie tickets, and whathaveyou - would be like pulling teeth, but not this time. I'm of the belief that there ain't nothin' like the sound of a digital trash can being emptied out, so I just applied the cold ruthlessness in deleting files on my computer to real life. Quit with all the unnecessary nostalgia and attachment to clutter; it's the memories that count, at the end of the day. Now that we're on the topic of memories and because I have no visuals to accompany this post, here's a dump of some of the photos I've posted on Instagram over the past few months. When my family went to Calatagan / Pizza. Every single day. Beef brisket noodles from Shi Lin (great now I'm hungry) / ice cream happiness / and Bianca...

Sunny Laiya

This trip was anything but spontaneous. With four pets to bring (and having recently lost one), you can't really leave any room to chance. People always talk about the beauty of spontaneity and last-minute decisions but there is an under appreciated quality to the most carefully laid out plans. All too often, plans get lost and forgotten along the way so the ones that do make it past the variety of 'Let's Have Lunch Sometime' and 'Catch Up Soon' are pretty special. It's actually been a really long time since we went on vacation and it wasn't easy to decide on a place that had everything we needed. And so we kept calling, researching, asking friends and friends of friends - the first question always being: Are pets allowed? Eventually we found this private little place in Laiya, but I guess you could say she found us.

Rainy School Days

I don't know what it is about school lately but every week's more dull than the last. Maybe I'm just exhausted from the everyday grind.

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