京都 – 貮

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伏見稻河這個地方我一直都不知道它在日本的所在地,它的本身名字我也毫不了解,只知這橙紅的牌一個又一個有如隧道一樣的長,不甘譲我聯想起骨牌、又或者一些裝置藝術。 的確這橙紅的魔力有如萬有引力一樣在京都成了必遊之地。

當天早上我到過日前路過酒店附近的一間咖啡屋,這咖啡屋正是這種我一直想到的家庭式舊店,米黃色的牆身、深啡色的餐桌、天花慢轉中的風扇、侍應的整齊白恤衫黑色西褲圍裙,這正是我從電視畫面中看到的一切,活活地置身其中。

陌生的地方總是有格外的驚喜,儘管只是走進一間便利店,每一件貨品都能夠吸引我的眼球。 踏出每一個地鐵站有如打開聖誕禮物般的期待,伏見稻河比我想像中更易到,站出口一出就看到,方便至最極點。 沿著大路踏上梯級可經過不同的寺廟,我沒有特別去八掛這些,只是去行這個滿是橙紅門的山頭步道,行行停停都會花上至少一個小時,全程我都覺得像玩Diablo遊戲一樣,因為所有的一草一木我都跟場境一樣。

是次外遊我特別穿上輕巧的運動鞋,令我節省了極多腳骨力,多餘的體力便可花在市內的購物區。 在日本購物是很理所當然的事,不論小至文具大至電器,只要你有心頭號,有時間比較便可拿下戰利品。 我的確買了一支¥250的日制Zebra原子筆,我筆的外形線條、特別的長軟膠手握位、筆頭輕微加重平衡比例和巧妙的減震書寫體驗,讓我覺得一支簡單的日常工具也能有著用上全新手機般的感覺。 我在這間叫Loft的百貨公司(像Log-on的店)花上了不少時間,看到不少特別的貨品,其實Loft在我小時候也有在香港開過店,所以我特別好奇我長大後可不可以尋回兒時的回憶,可惜我完全沒有以前的一絲印

While I Can

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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.

Night/Day

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I’m a night person. I’m most awaked when in the evening. I don’t sleep until midnight or some say almost the early morning. It gets worse when I’m working flexible hours. Half of my daytime can be my bedtime. The night is when I think I begin seriously working on jobs and projects. I often think I should do the best out of the day (before sun down), so instead of working, I head out just to do whatever I want to.

Over the years, it’s just depressing to sit at a desk in front of office. Unnecessary meetings and gossips had consumed all the mental resources of a good man.

The Day

Before the Night

When the real day begins

I remember a walk in the near by the promenade after lunch was a usual habit to balance out my confused thoughts. It’s still my routine to have this stroll even now and then when possible.

I always had this thought, I should get a taste of how things would be out of the standard 9-6. Precisely, I want to stay out of all the busyness during the peak hours where everything becomes a chaos. Ironically, I’m exactly at it.

Others are thinking how are you going to live with THAT income. It’s simple, as much as it sounds irresponsible, I’m really not. Maybe it’s not about a career switching or how doubtful with my path. I just think it’s a good time, a good opportunity to experiment life with my own provision.

I do believe everyone needs to work hard to get to where you want to be. But an effective way to work hard is far greater than its alone. I want to be able to collaborate and contribute instead of because someone is a boss. Not the ramification I’m referring, it’s the inherited social class from their family that leads to a disconnection with their staff. How they think they’re different and superior had already set a clear boundary for all. It can be intimidating as much as a stranger taking hold of all the activities.