Wednesday, March 25, 2015

take me to the city


Last last weekend we brought Mum to Cultural Centre for her first GOMA experience. We got sticker-crazy in the Obliteration Room again, after checking out the light installation, in which little glowing orbs hang from the ceiling in a pitch black room. The effect of the orbs in darkness is a mesmerising interstellar beauty. Be sure to check out the exhibit during your next visit to GOMA.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

sydney/melbourne video diary


I made a more conscious effort to record more clips during our travel to Sydney and Melbourne, and here they are in the video.

japan video diary


While fiddling with iMovie, I found a few clips from Japan that I recorded throughout the trip whenever I remembered to. The clips have been compiled into this really rough, little video diary. It literally took less than an hour to make, so it is definitely not my best work, but here it is. 

Monday, February 23, 2015

overjoyed








My reluctance to buy whole music albums stems from the experience that I usually only truly appreciate a handful of the songs in any given album, and the rest of the album eventually becomes lost to the "skipping" function when my iPod is set on shuffle. The only instance when this does not occur and I actually love every single one of the artists' songs is when it's Bastille.

Every so often I fall in love with Bastille and their music all over again. From the lyrics to the melodies, everything they create is pure magic, and every other song they cover and touch easily becomes theirs. Often their covers become even better than the originals. I've spent this past week or so watching and re-watching most of their videos, whether from gigs, tours or interviews, and have fallen in love with them even more. They are genuinely talented, humble, down-to-earth, hilarious, adorably shy and innocently cute, which is a rarity in human beings these days, let alone those immersed in the music industry. The way they manage to remain untainted by the vanity and brutality of media attention and some other artists in the industry, and simply work hard on their own terms, really deserves admiration. Rarely do I find an artist that I really respect, in terms of both their work and them as a person, but the guys of Bastille are really so, so great.

In fear of sounding like one of their crazed teenage fans who scream at them and tear at their hair and clothes at gigs, I'm going to end this post here. (Though, in all honesty, I would probably scream my head off, too, at one of their shows, with how insanely good they are live. The first video posted above is the one I watched that lead me to pay more attention to their work. And the last one with Rudimental is just such a fun performance.)


Thursday, February 12, 2015

You could be my hero, if only I could let go (melbourne, part three)


Shot on Nikon Df with 24-85mm lens

At long last, the final photos from Melbourne, featuring Brighton Beach and the Black Rock Pier. Considering that Brighton Beach is probably one of the most photographed and visited tourist attractions of Melbourne, it's a wonder that it took us so long to finally make the trip. 

In a country renowned for its beautiful and iconic beaches, with silky sand and crystal clear waters, it's fair to say that the only redeeming factors for Brighton Beach were the multi-coloured beach shacks that line the shore. Otherwise, the sand was coarse and littered with cigarette butts, wrappers and other garbage alike, and the water was a far-from-inviting ominous grey-blue. No wonder tourist websites and brochures only ever picture the colourful little huts. 
Still, we spent a good half hour wondering along the shore for photographic evidence that we had visited this landmark, before stopping by the Black Rock Pier for more photos. 
Perhaps it was the moody, overcast weather, but standing by the pier conjured thoughts of thriller movies and mystery scenes from novels, especially when the waves crashed against the dark, rocky shore with such violent force. I stood there, transfixed, for a few moments, before my stomach rumbled and we set off in search for food.