Ma
short film from the DVD royston's shorts.
a rare talent in singapore. i hope u guys watched 4.30.
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
blinking lights and numbers
this shot was an accident. took a wrong roll of Kodak 100VS to phnom penh and end up having a double exposed shot. what i like is there is no background foreground. they kinda blended well together. the night city shot was taken from my window, and it was a 3-4 secs exposure. the numbers on the wall was taken in phnom penh, in the high sch where many cambodia people were held in captivity and eventually killed by the khmer rogue people. this shot reminded me of the film "lost in translation".
the whole of tokyo was represented as a city of blinking lights 24\7 and usually, the loneliness of the lead actress was contrasted with the background full of blinking lights and moving vehicals when she stared blankly out of her hotel window. even though the entire city was seemed to be full of activities and energy, she was seperated in another world of her own behind the glass of the hotel window. then u wonder which told a more compelling story? her, or the city of blinking lights? then they kinda switched places at times in the film, where sometimes the city presented itself full of people like her, trying to make sense of its loneliness under its flashing billboards and headlamps. and when her suddenly had burst of energy coming from within that had no influence or anything to do with the apparent energy from the city.
like this photo, i was being the quiet observer of 2 different stories. one that witness activities from a few thousand households miles from where i was standing, and one which witnessed something that happened before. one was capturing the present intensity and the on going energy, whereas the other was trying to remember what happened, capturing evidenses of history.
and the blinking lights and numbers met in this exprience.
the whole of tokyo was represented as a city of blinking lights 24\7 and usually, the loneliness of the lead actress was contrasted with the background full of blinking lights and moving vehicals when she stared blankly out of her hotel window. even though the entire city was seemed to be full of activities and energy, she was seperated in another world of her own behind the glass of the hotel window. then u wonder which told a more compelling story? her, or the city of blinking lights? then they kinda switched places at times in the film, where sometimes the city presented itself full of people like her, trying to make sense of its loneliness under its flashing billboards and headlamps. and when her suddenly had burst of energy coming from within that had no influence or anything to do with the apparent energy from the city.
like this photo, i was being the quiet observer of 2 different stories. one that witness activities from a few thousand households miles from where i was standing, and one which witnessed something that happened before. one was capturing the present intensity and the on going energy, whereas the other was trying to remember what happened, capturing evidenses of history.
and the blinking lights and numbers met in this exprience.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
9
this is my fave photograph of the cambodia lot. scanned this from my 100vs slides. slides gave me such beautiful colours!
i like...
-the way the stool tiptoed on the floor, as it its falling down, and as if it can never hold a person's body weight. let it exist, in the corner of this killing room in cambodio, phnom penh.
-the diagonal lines of the floor tiles points to the stool.
-the light shinning thru the small window, illuminating the stool only.
-how quietly this stool sat in the corner of this room, and how it witness what happened in the room during the Khmer Rouge period. it is full of sorrow and full of grief. ths stool witnessed counltess death that occured in the room, and the only thing it could do was to watch. therefore this stool gives out an incredible amount grief, so much that it is staining the walls, the floors, and people walk away with this grief in their hearts.
i like...
-the way the stool tiptoed on the floor, as it its falling down, and as if it can never hold a person's body weight. let it exist, in the corner of this killing room in cambodio, phnom penh.
-the diagonal lines of the floor tiles points to the stool.
-the light shinning thru the small window, illuminating the stool only.
-how quietly this stool sat in the corner of this room, and how it witness what happened in the room during the Khmer Rouge period. it is full of sorrow and full of grief. ths stool witnessed counltess death that occured in the room, and the only thing it could do was to watch. therefore this stool gives out an incredible amount grief, so much that it is staining the walls, the floors, and people walk away with this grief in their hearts.
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