A season where warmth breaks through rainwater and stormy clouds

While observing people’s daily routines shaped around digital devices in Bangkok, I kept seeking an essence, an ideal… Questioning where our sense of Beauty resides in today’s world, in people’s minds and perceptions.

Ahead of autumn. People watching on the RER, a stroll in the first arrondissement, gimbap lunch at Palais Royal, haircut, letter writing at CDG airport, and a Japanese word to describe the last days before a season ends.

A sense of strength and fragility combined.

The strength of nature.

The fragility of nature.

The strength of human beings.

The fragility of human beings.

The strength of fragile things.

The fragility of strong things.

One tangled with the other, alternating endlessly…

The harmony of opposites.

18th floor. Bird’s-eye view. Close to the sky.

From Luberon. Where light and shadow belong together.

The completeness of incomplete drawings.

Returning to Singapore after many years, reading Georges Perec, and thinking about the relationship between cities, people and the passage of time.

Some places are said to not draw much attention nor make any impression. Yet such places can leave traces through a set of unexpected circumstances, events, and emotions. Colombo turned out to be that sort of place for me.

Soaking up the moments that will not repeat in the same way again.

Finding solace in colors and lines.

A single moment can be captured through a thousand variations.

Each with its own hue.

Something basic like this shows that possibilities are endless.

from Bonnieux

from Bangkok

Rather than a place, Wat Phou is a feeling, an emotion… brought from the past.

The scattered ruins of the Hindu-Khmer complex, now blending with the tropical mountain landscape, hold their hidden secrets to this day.

Wat Phou’s history is like an un-decoded cipher that archeologists still struggle to piece back together.

Sitting still in front of moving traffic

Moving alongside people

Watching the world go by

On the road, grace is found in chaos

Dust lifting up against the asphalt

Endless flow of life.

From the major commuter road, one could never imagine this peaceful corner, tucked at the end of a leafy passageway. Night and day, a pack of stray dogs were guarding the museum entrance with devotion.

With its warm daylight and chilly morning breeze

The ‘back-to-school’ feeling that hints at all the things left to do, and to look forward to…

Looking at my own archive of decade-old images.

I reminisce past moments and wonder if they will be reborn as new narratives.

Some things become visible as time passes, through the contrasts that life offers.

Is home a location? An environment, a feeling? What makes us feel “at home”?

A few thoughts shared during the event At Home, which took place at P21 Gallery in London.

One of the oldest ceramic manufacturers in France. Handmade, since 1837.