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Winter Maple

攝影 – 本身不是我什麼絕技,只是懷著簡單而單純的目的,把香港繁華周邊的地方拍下,給外地人從照片中了解多香港另外的幾面,多了的的確是網上平台及所謂的街頭攝影一陣風,這風已吹了一段時間由當初2011年左右開始追著,直至兩年前我還有心機地拿著相機四圍發挖,至今對攝影的見解理念基本上沒變,形式已不再停留在街頭,當中並演化出自己的展現方式,確幸沒有白費心機。

現在我想的是怎樣可賣掉我好幾台已沒用的相機,包括那台德國紅點 (希望我賣不掉 它..)。 值錢與否我只想他們可以消失。

變了的是這多年來照片的意義,及環境綜合因素改變了我。對我多年來(智能手機誔生前)blogger的認知定義經已轉變,這一年來才發現別人instagram的張貼已是公開認可的blogger了,不算被嚇了一驚,但也需要消化後才明白個中的因由。

隨拍時代的衍生,攝影科技的普及性,根本沒太需要攝影師的存在,因爲所有人都是一位可以稱職的攝影師 (現在還有航拍的流行)。互聯網上看到的,你大可跟着拍出來。 我短暫的經驗也令我明白到商業攝影/拍攝在第二方客人眼中是一種內在信任,(如有)第三方便是一系列外在標準測試。 分別的是與否需要攝影師在照片中表達意念,有的可看得出照片與照片之間的拉力、聯繫。 我往往欣賞照片必定會欣賞一系列而非單張,因為我更可看透出時間線(歷史、地方、事件)。

Full Moon

被照片盲了不是誇張的說法。 當你視攝影為自己的中心,你會反思下一張照片的確實需要性,你就跟本不會去按下快門。 這世上已有太多混雜的影像,多得如香港的堆填區一樣。 攝影作品和’相片’分離不了的怪象,只可由平台分格。不幸的是已分類的原頭創作平台已漸成了消失中的小數民族雜誌。 台灣叫的部落格(blogger)完全沒譯錯。

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社交平台是幸運中的不幸,幸運的是你有機會看人家的動態、聯繫你現實不會接觸不到的人。不幸的在於人與人之間社會地位的差異、個人取向、人生閲歷、性格等等差別拼合出很多意想不到的想像。 隨拍時代就更容易令人聯想多了,試想深一層,為什麼要看到某人的一些生活事? 可能親近的一群會了解,但以外的我還想留有個選擇。如你的朋友圈很大,真的會看到不少。

試問你有否有想過自己跟不上你部份朋友們的生活質素? 若果一點兒也沒有,恭喜你,你還算跟得上大隊。

Thinking Ahead

到底社交平台是方便了人聯繫,還是一樣市場工具收集我們每天追踪、看過、重貼過、打過卡、停留過的每一隻字、一幅相、一段片,可能你想看見更多更貼近你的貼提,但正是這樣人腦就被電腦相似的影像拉引你去切法消費。內設的相關篩選公能就不知不覺令人走近越期待看到的。

生點滴要放在社交平台上已成了人的一個必經環節,我好奇下一代的社交網絡會是怎樣,是否只是現在的更多、更即時、更立體,還是有多另外一種選擇。

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鏡中的芝麻綠豆

Mirror of self

最近在家的時間多了,對家中的一切(家人行為、家居環境)多了前所未有的透切見解。若果不是工作上遇上的事令自己看到未被察覺的一面,我不會為如此芝麻綠豆的生活細節費心。一直足以令我認為可以稍微自豪的技考,在不同的場合和觀點可以有全方面災難性的影響。

City's powerhouse

居在什麼環境就很自然地成就出什麼的人,不是我不肯不信,只是當我一直以為性格為主要原因,原來從小背後的小事小東西正正已帶來了一個又一個烙印,當我追索每個人生烙印如何煉出,我竟被嚇得不知所措。不知所措是因每天正正發生在我身處的地方,我怕不得把這負面的一切遠遠地掉去,只是事與願為,皆因這正是父母的行為和習慣,也至身處的居所所至。

Blurring between the months

是沒有人的錯。可以做的,便是提醒自己盡量多方面完善自己。

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寧靜的深夜晚上,有種無邊無際的感覺。街上沒有汽車行走的噪音,涼風便在黑夜的窗邊吹過,介時從音樂清單播出的比日間的所有東西美妙,猶如走進了一間戲院看表演。我是一個愛晚上的人,太愛這時空,沉醉的自己也不願走出來,這是現在的我。我所有不可能的興趣事,也是從深夜弄出。深夜去超市買餸菜,深夜弄咖啡拉鐡,深夜拿起讀物,深夜思考寫文,深夜就是我另一個世界、另一個平行空間的自己。

Impact

這樣般的生活不知可維持多久,不是理想的時段但又是太值得我留戀的。

Distorted legs

自己在家的每一天,就像一塊鏡子,把真正的自己展現了出來,這我的確多謝自己的勇氣和愚笨。在家一直盲目地住、從不享受家居空間的人也切法把地方改變過來,並現在定期地打掃。從不買餸煮米飯的人也花心思另一餐可以怎様造,還細心選購特價品來配答。閲讀貧乏的我也讀過好幾部書和應用雜誌。由以前把工資看作理所當然的人,也珍惜得來的一分一毫。看透了一部新款手機只是一件工具(跟社交媒體一樣),完全不是自己的大部份,不去追新一代的價錢更足以打造出一個理想的生活空間。

Night light

相信這些見證若果比著以前的我,跟本是不可能突然發生。

Watching the masters

怎樣生存的定義也像植物一樣漸漸從主幹中長出了分支,支幹不強但亦扮演出一個重要的成長部分。

Up and under

另類人

Fallen Flowers

只要景是無限遠,地方就立即可變得何其大。
卻旅行跟本不怕地方有多細,反而是離開一下家這種感覺的反差才是旅行的箇中要因。

Go-to Hi-top

澳門地方極細的確是事實,我還記起一次澳門工幹後遊走夜街小巷,平常基本上不會特意上夜街的我,就是這次真實地把自己當作記實攝影師一樣,用照片記錄這有觸感的短暫遊歷。所有東西都可令我雀躍,不談人和事,即使是普通的街燈、巴士站、路牌、什至垃圾都成為了我眼睛掃描的對象。比著平常我本地日常的行程,一切都是理所當然,看著(基本上不用看)交通燈過馬路、乘地鐵/巴士、前往目的地的方向大概都了解或甚至瞭如指掌。

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假若將自己放進從不會落入行程選擇中的角落,自己也會少有地細看身邊的一切。

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Nature and art

雖則我出門旅行次數雙手也可以數出,坐飛機旅行的次數更少,見聞非常有限,但事實我對某些關心的國家一樣好奇,甚至我自誇一點説比部分人更好奇。他們的生活是怎麼樣、喜歡吃的食物是否他們的本地菜、他們對國家地方又有什麼見解等等。只是機會沒到吧…(常安慰自己),或自己沒把旅行放在自己要做清單中。

Calligraphy

我媽常説看電視播出的旅遊特輯看世界便當去了旅行吧。我的家庭便是這種不太喜歡廢力把金錢花到吃喝玩樂中,非常有違禁的意味。這足以令我認為自己有別於主流人,與社會脫了節。有時我猜想,到底自己是因為性格內向或是跟本沒到過親友/同事/朋友口中的旅遊勝地,我根本沒法答上咀,分享開心經歷、手信、當地吃過的東西等等…這感覺猶如言語不通。古人的 ‘讀千卷書,不如行萬里路’ 的確有另一番見解。

Self

性格可能是我的一部份,由成長背景及歷程中轉化,我就偏偏不自覺地走上了另類再另類的那一種。其實,身邊的人大多數都跟著去做同樣相似的行為成為公認主流的常態,原因是沒有人想當上古怪的另類人。儘管我改變,主流人一看便就知。只有回歸自我,做好自己,深信總會有屬於自己的一條道路。

Lanterns

另類人,一點也不易做,怕亦怕不來,因為早已習慣了。

Window to the epic power

Illusion

Stirred up sky

I’m right at a city where every hipster kid wishes to visit at least once in their life. It’s quite a statement now that it suddenly popped out of my head after watching a youtuber guiding through the cities and a number of foreign people that actually stays in Hong Kong.

Watching guides of Hong Kong have benefited myself in a way on things I normally do would not take it for granted. It allows me to reflect and appreciate although I cannot travel as many as others, I get to live in a city where everyone wants to visit.

Work to build

Maybe I do not have the luxury to experience the high-end part of the city in substantial ways, I take it as a smaller population’s activities. After all, it’s still an attraction to the world and foreign population. It’s an illusion to many of us locals to live life in an alternative way/their ways. On one side, the social media allows us to peek through other people’s lives which forms an illusion to allure yourself; On the other side, we still have our pals from our childhood living (if not better) in a relatively similar lifestyle. What’s the norm, does it matter when we’re not supposed to compare? Many says at the end of the day we’re all the same, sleep on a bed. It’s painful to not compare, you just have to be super disciplined.

Squares

Give a pad to your own shoulder, it’s not all that bad after all. The key is to create your own space. I’m not referring to a physical space, but more of a your happy ritual. Whether it’s habit, hobby, activity, anything that comforts yourself, it’s something for yourself (or can be shared with a partner). When you know this is something that nobody can take away from you, you’d naturally be comforted.

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3 months have passed since my last proper hike. All things happened for a reason, except mine occurs to be always spontaneous. If it wasn’t a random conversation sparked up at an event, I wouldn’t bother to pack and head out early. I mentioned about this route that I considered the hardest (out of the blue). It was the steepest one I had climbed in the early days. Then the conversation got cut off by whatever reason, or just me not able to continue on or switch topic. It was all awkward anyway at the event without anyone I know.

Sunset

I revisited to my first steep hiking experience. It was when I wore my jeans and walking shoes. Now when I recall the entire experience, it was all different. It’s different the fact that I did not carry that same motivation to conquer the peak as I’d done already. It’s different the fact that I now know how to climb up and down, and to pace myself; though I used a different and longer path this time.

It’d always been a test to my endurance and determination. I wanted to see if I can still do it. My question follows, do I still want to?

Unlike my previous experience which left my legs sore for almost a week. My legs were fine the day after. I notice I needed extra rests at the hike which I normally would suck up until reaching the finish line. That can be explained with the absence of cardio exercise and the prolong period of time away from the mountains.

Physique

“Another pair of jeans in skinny fit I found today fitted like a glove.”

Shading the city

The number one question I get most of the time is, how can you be so skinny? There’re several meanings to this question.

How do you stay in shape?
Do you ever get fat?
Are you stressed?
Is there anything wrong with your body?
You look terrible.
I’m jealous.

Rocky beach

When I look at my diet and regularity of exercise, I understood this is my shape. I try to avoid junk food, spam, greasy deep fried/stir fried. Soda is a big no for me. I might be eating slightly less when food is average. On any given day, I just spend time walking with elevation. There used to be an older gentleman we used to see each other every other week when I was in a college gym. He said ‘Everybody has a different physique. It came from your parent’s genes’. I found it so true and I since then not seeking after a particular body. But one thing that has not even stopped was to train my core body. I may not look like I’m only wrapped with skin, but I’m actually a lot more agile than I look.

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Island by an island

Today was the first real day off after a hectic week. I returned to my go-to Thai restaurant in North Point and also picked up something new. An old-fashioned thousand year egg pastry which was special, considering myself not a fan of the thousand year eggs. It was surprisingly good when mixed with lotus paste. I almost thought I got a cold while I was reading a few pages of local monthly journal in a park. I was sneezing throughout the day. I then realized it must had been the PM2.5 I’ve inhaled in the open area, as news was reporting all week. I feel totally fine now at home.

I cannot imagine what it’s like in some other cities plagued by smog. Some of us people just forgot what a clear sky was.

Common Ground

Little Thai Paradise

The real definition of old town is more than what underlies it. You see, you feel, you touch, you smell, you interpret all the mysteries in a way no one can show you. You do not need to know the history well enough to be able to understand the old district. The people there, how they live, eat, chill would just guide your way through an unspoken language.

Old body with an transplanted soul is no longer the same entity. Some takes it as an upgrade rather than a transplant; whichever way it is, the community is just not the same.

Temple

What, you a dinosaur? Perhaps I’m. Others tell you to adapt and you think there’s always room to not.

When was your last time visiting a shop that’s at least 20 year-old in the city or even a family-run business that has passed down from at least 2 generations? I’m not here to convince you to go support these businesses. I want to know to the point where we have lost it all and bury all these common memories in the museums. Do not we have any regret? When it’s gone, it’s all gone.

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Last month I had explored a few locations in the city because of the crave of good food. The things that reminded me of those old memories; were the few really old temples which I never bother to enter, the toy speedboat at a park and the names of the road. The roads are the same but the rest are very much like a movie set. You can erase them over and over again.

Speedboating

The subway is too convenient and we all are forgetting what’s traveling from district to district is like. I remember when I was little, I used to take a long bus ride with my family to tea house at the pier every other weekend. That’s 13 subway stations away.

Our generation is on the verge of loving the new urban city development for chic hangout places as well as convenience for all, and the urgency to halt all the removal that’s from a longer past. The common ground is not negotiable, and sometimes miraculously ignored by the residents nearby. There’re just too many people, too many people’s rights to say yes and no. Everywhere in the world is more or less the same, except we are just so populated.

Jump high

Kwun Tong is a district I grew up before I attended my secondary school, it’s currently undergoing this transformation. One of the longest running McDonald’s branch in HK was closed last month in Kwun Tong. It was opened in 1981.

While I Can

Me at the abandoned school

I wish to find more ways to represent myself in the city. It’s always in my mind that when I get to the prime of my career or be important, I can live like a real person so full of confidence. It’s the golden age of everyone’s life during the 30s. I’m already a true display of the generation. And that had led me to think, I must dress well, look better while I still can.

Fashion has always been on the loop to me. I never try anything complicated and the nature of casual wear which I love should never be that complicated. It all derives from denim (my jeans). Thanks to my teenage grunge rock influence and a popular Japanese reality show (電波少年) back then. Who’d have thought someone with a broken pants can be on the stage rocking in front of thousands, right? It’s so much joy to see all the little details (stitching, buttons, rivets…) vary from brand to brand. I had invested my favorite and probably the most expensive pair so far to a Dutch brand 2 years ago. The Dutch designers just know denim!

Inevitably, fashion comes with a price…

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Golden moment

It was interestingly enough that I did my first ever visit to the Art Basel HK this year. As I’d imagine, the exhibits were everywhere. However, none of them makes any sense to me. I did know know what the artists’ intentions were, what messages they tried to convey. On the other hand, I carefully observed the visitors in front of each art. Almost all of them were snapping pictures, selfies. Everybody care less about which master did it anyway. This type of fair is less than ideal to appreciate art. The fair and gallery curators had assumed the public already knows about the artists they represent. I’m sure their job is just to sell as much as they can.

It’s just very odd. This reminds me of the wine trade shows for trade visitors only, but they somehow let the public visitors in. One thing that I’m certain, neither of us has earned any art knowledge, nor raised our art awareness.