• Style

    Urban Wan­der­ings

    10 July 2016

    Pic­ture this: Sin­gle dig­it cel­sius tem­per­a­tures and deceiv­ing­ly gen­tle winds that pierce into my already cold soul. My inter­mit­tent dos­es of sleep do not suf­fice or war­rant the urban wan­der­ings post-shoot for Sub­type.

    [Pic­ture this: Sin­gle dig­it cel­sius tem­per­a­tures and deceiv­ing­ly gen­tle winds that pierce into my already cold soul. My inter­mit­tent dos­es of sleep do not suf­fice or war­rant the urban wan­der­ings post-shoot for Sub­type — more to come on that top­ic. But for now, focus on my frag­ile phys­i­cal and emo­tion­al well­be­ing.]

    While I belong to the social minor­i­ty in terms of enjoy­ing the cold and being par­tial to the oh so cozy feel­ing of shap­ing the per­fect blan­ket bur­ri­to on a cold win­ter evening, I am by no means immune to the feel­ing of my nose falling off in the after­math of my vivid bat­tle with a gust of vio­lent wind shield­ed by noth­ing but my (social­ly thick) skin. And so imag­ine my daunt­ing expe­ri­ence of pac­ing around in the CBD on this fine, gloomy day with a 5-minute ses­sion of pure embar­rass­ment as I shiv­ered (and I mean vis­i­bly shook) on the train plat­form. Bur­ri­to what? Win­ter-lov­ing who? All the regrets asso­ci­at­ed with under­dress­ing were had and all the painful­ly shiv­er­ing winds were very much felt. Of all times, my lay­er­ing game was weak on this occa­sion. I’m attribut­ing my indif­fer­ence in the wee hours of that morn­ing to my lack of sleep and fear of some form of impend­ing anx­i­ety break­down at a shoot for Sub­type.

    Hav­ing always been the timid cre­ator behind the cam­era (or in front of it, as long as you give me a tri­pod) the prospect of los­ing a par­tial amount of cre­ative con­trol over the final­i­ty of the images, and my over­all awk­ward­ness in social set­tings, per­pet­u­at­ed that unease in the build up to the shoot. Grant­ed, this was my first time being shot by some­body else aside from fam­i­ly por­trait ses­sions with an over­ly enthu­si­as­tic pho­tog­ra­ph­er crack­ing jokes to make the fam­i­ly force a self-con­scious laugh. But, of course, very dif­fer­ent from this, the Sub­type shoot went so well all thanks to how kind the team were. Also, that inte­ri­or, though.

    Pho­tog­ra­phy by my friend Rizell and yours tru­ly

    ASOS coat, UNIQ­LO sweater, H&M trousers and M.STUDIO shoes