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X-Pro1 Diaries: The Keymaker Makes

The high pitched whirring sent small slivers of metal flying, the bystanders took a half step back, but the man with the trained hands didn’t even flinch. He has done this a thousand times before, each time producing a perfect replica of the key. He carries on to file and sand the remaining grooves and notches in the key blank by hand. Moving quickly and purposefully, sometimes with almost imperceptible flicks of his wrists. Finally, satisfied with his work, he holds it up to the light, admiring his masterpiece. A piece of metal has been transformed into a very useful object, one that opens, both literally and metaphorically.

Perhaps someone has taken a big decision and is having his girlfriend move in for the first time, or perhaps a parent from a distant country has finally made their way here, to live with a long lost son, in both cases, a new set of keys are presented as an invitation into their private space, an invitation to share a life together.

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Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 3)
View Part 1 of my Bali series, ‘Pray’ and Part 2, ‘Eat’.
LIFE
It is impossible to speak about Bali in the last few years without a more than passing association with Eat, Pray, Love - the literary phenomenon of lost, self discovery and ultimately, love from American author Elizabeth Gilbert. A tale of Elizabeth’s search for balance and self after a crushing divorce set her on a spiral of depression, her search takes her to Italy, which constitutes the culinary portion of the book title, India, where, holed up in an ashram in meditation, she discovers her inner spirituality, and finally, Bali, where she found love.
The book has been such a hit that ‘Eat Pray Love pilgrims’ have been visiting Bali, people coming from all over the world, drawn by the vivid descriptions painted by Gilbert, seeking their own versions of discovery. Not unlike the ‘Sound of Music tourist’ in Salzburg, skipping about in Mirabell Gardens and the famous gazebo, these Eat Pray Lovers roam about, clutching well-thumbed copies of the book, trying to identify places where the book (and later, film starring Julia Roberts) describes and to experience what Elizabeth Gilbert experienced during her time in Bali (primarily Ubud). And the local tourism infrastructure has cashed in, with drivers eager to point out places where iconic scenes were filmed, and where Julia Roberts stayed whilst in Bali (Four Seasons), and that Ketut the medicine man ‘is not the man he was since success came to him’.

Old lady selling baskets and other rattan products at Ubud Market

Ubud Market

Eggs for sale

Lady preparing offerings

Hydrangeas

Fish for sale
The book and film paint a very romanticised picture of Bali, which to be honest, is not too far away from the truth. I worry about falling into the western trap of romanticising poverty and ‘a simpler way of life’ when evidently, those at the ‘unromantic’ end of the equation have understandable desires for a television or a new moped and the other little luxuries development brings. An incredibly laid-back, spiritual and idyllic place (assuming you avoid the mayhem that is Kuta), our week in Ubud, Bali allowed us a glimpse at life in the slow lane, and it is intoxicating.

A bucolic utopia

A rice farmer’s best friend, ducks not only eat the pests that plague their crop, they also fertilise the soil with their droppings.

Bucolic paddy fields and fruit trees growing wild, children catching fish with little nets by the stream, chickens scratching on the ground for worms in generations-old traditional family compounds, it certainly makes our addiction to smart phones and tight schedules seem a bit bewildering.
Eating in Italy, Praying in India and Loving in Bali? I think that Elizabeth Gilbert could possibly have saved herself some time (and money on airfares and attendant fuel surcharges) by finding all three in Bali.




Relaxing

Cocoa pods growing on the tree

Cocoa pod and nutmeg
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Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 3)

View Part 1 of my Bali series, ‘Pray’ and Part 2, ‘Eat’.

LIFE

It is impossible to speak about Bali in the last few years without a more than passing association with Eat, Pray, Love - the literary phenomenon of lost, self discovery and ultimately, love from American author Elizabeth Gilbert. A tale of Elizabeth’s search for balance and self after a crushing divorce set her on a spiral of depression, her search takes her to Italy, which constitutes the culinary portion of the book title, India, where, holed up in an ashram in meditation, she discovers her inner spirituality, and finally, Bali, where she found love.

The book has been such a hit that ‘Eat Pray Love pilgrims’ have been visiting Bali, people coming from all over the world, drawn by the vivid descriptions painted by Gilbert, seeking their own versions of discovery. Not unlike the ‘Sound of Music tourist’ in Salzburg, skipping about in Mirabell Gardens and the famous gazebo, these Eat Pray Lovers roam about, clutching well-thumbed copies of the book, trying to identify places where the book (and later, film starring Julia Roberts) describes and to experience what Elizabeth Gilbert experienced during her time in Bali (primarily Ubud). And the local tourism infrastructure has cashed in, with drivers eager to point out places where iconic scenes were filmed, and where Julia Roberts stayed whilst in Bali (Four Seasons), and that Ketut the medicine man ‘is not the man he was since success came to him’.

old woman selling baskets ubud market

Old lady selling baskets and other rattan products at Ubud Market

ubud market

Ubud Market

eggs for sale

Eggs for sale

lady making offerings

Lady preparing offerings

hydrangeas in ubud market

Hydrangeas

fish for sale

Fish for sale

The book and film paint a very romanticised picture of Bali, which to be honest, is not too far away from the truth. I worry about falling into the western trap of romanticising poverty and ‘a simpler way of life’ when evidently, those at the ‘unromantic’ end of the equation have understandable desires for a television or a new moped and the other little luxuries development brings. An incredibly laid-back, spiritual and idyllic place (assuming you avoid the mayhem that is Kuta), our week in Ubud, Bali allowed us a glimpse at life in the slow lane, and it is intoxicating.

rice paddies bali
A bucolic utopia
ducks rice paddy
A rice farmer’s best friend, ducks not only eat the pests that plague their crop, they also fertilise the soil with their droppings.

man on rice paddy

Bucolic paddy fields and fruit trees growing wild, children catching fish with little nets by the stream, chickens scratching on the ground for worms in generations-old traditional family compounds, it certainly makes our addiction to smart phones and tight schedules seem a bit bewildering.

Eating in Italy, Praying in India and Loving in Bali? I think that Elizabeth Gilbert could possibly have saved herself some time (and money on airfares and attendant fuel surcharges) by finding all three in Bali.

checking out the girl

old man with beanie portrait
battered car
feet on balcony
Relaxing

cocoa pods growing on tree

Cocoa pods growing on the tree

cocoa pod and nutmeg

Cocoa pod and nutmeg

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Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 2)
View Part 1 of my Bali series, ‘Pray’
EAT
Now, I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a glutton (ok, maybe I am, just a little), but food definitely excites me. Especially if it involves copious amounts of meat, preferably cooked over some kind of fire. Which is why the sublime BBQ ribs at Naughty Nuri’s Warung in Ubud is a match made in heaven for me. An open BBQ pit in front of the warung acts as their kitchen as well as a marketing tool for people passing by. The glorious smells and sight of slabs of ribs slow cooking over an open flame proves too much for many of the passers-by, which probably explains the popularity of Naughty Nuri’s. Admittedly, the price of the food is somewhat ‘expat’ and it does attract a sizable tourist/expat crowd, but I spotted a number of more middle class locals there as well. Opened by Isnuri Suryatmi and her American husband, Brian Kenny Aldinger, Nuri’s has a local yet international vibe to the place. I learnt of the mean Martinis being served there only after we left Bali so unfortunately did not try them, but we went back a couple of times for the succulent ribs, which are served in large slabs, and eaten in the dimly lit warung. I could barely make out what I was eating but it sure tasted good.


At Nuri’s in Ubud
We also attended a cooking class conducted by Paon Bali, run by a husband and wife team of Puspa and Wayan, we were introduced to various produce on offer at Ubud market in the morning, before visiting a rice paddy to learn about rice cultivation (very hard work indeed) before adjourning to a traditional Balinese house to learn the basics of Balinese cooking (way fun). Lots of chopping, pounding, slicing, frying and tasting later, we were served the fruits of our labour. All in all, a highly recommended activity should you be in Ubud.
The rest of the trip was a blur of more fantastic food, temples, cycling, sunshine, and I could have sworn there were some monkeys in there somewhere too.



Cooking at Paon Bali Cooking School



Fresh ingredients


Frying Tempeh

Puspa pounding the paste to make the Basic Sauce



Wayan fanning the Satay on the hot coals



Babi Guling at the famous Ibu Oka’s

Laksa at Uma Ubud

The quintessential Nasi Campur (Mixed rice)

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Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 2)

View Part 1 of my Bali series, ‘Pray’

EAT

Now, I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a glutton (ok, maybe I am, just a little), but food definitely excites me. Especially if it involves copious amounts of meat, preferably cooked over some kind of fire. Which is why the sublime BBQ ribs at Naughty Nuri’s Warung in Ubud is a match made in heaven for me. An open BBQ pit in front of the warung acts as their kitchen as well as a marketing tool for people passing by. The glorious smells and sight of slabs of ribs slow cooking over an open flame proves too much for many of the passers-by, which probably explains the popularity of Naughty Nuri’s. Admittedly, the price of the food is somewhat ‘expat’ and it does attract a sizable tourist/expat crowd, but I spotted a number of more middle class locals there as well. Opened by Isnuri Suryatmi and her American husband, Brian Kenny Aldinger, Nuri’s has a local yet international vibe to the place. I learnt of the mean Martinis being served there only after we left Bali so unfortunately did not try them, but we went back a couple of times for the succulent ribs, which are served in large slabs, and eaten in the dimly lit warung. I could barely make out what I was eating but it sure tasted good.

Nuri's buka

sauces on offer

At Nuri’s in Ubud

We also attended a cooking class conducted by Paon Bali, run by a husband and wife team of Puspa and Wayan, we were introduced to various produce on offer at Ubud market in the morning, before visiting a rice paddy to learn about rice cultivation (very hard work indeed) before adjourning to a traditional Balinese house to learn the basics of Balinese cooking (way fun). Lots of chopping, pounding, slicing, frying and tasting later, we were served the fruits of our labour. All in all, a highly recommended activity should you be in Ubud.

The rest of the trip was a blur of more fantastic food, temples, cycling, sunshine, and I could have sworn there were some monkeys in there somewhere too.

Puspa serving food

ginger and carrots and chopper

tempeh

Cooking at Paon Bali Cooking School

bananas

fresh vegetables
onions and garlic
Fresh ingredients

cooking class

frying tempeh

Frying Tempeh

Puspa pounding paste

Puspa pounding the paste to make the Basic Sauce

paste for basic sauce

basic sauce

wayan fanning the satay

Wayan fanning the Satay on the hot coals

satay on the coals

otah on the fire
Babi Guling at Ibu Oka's
Babi Guling at the famous Ibu Oka’s
laksa
Laksa at Uma Ubud
nasi campur
The quintessential Nasi Campur (Mixed rice)
curry with rice
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Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 1)
PRAY
The word ‘Bali’ typically evokes images of the beach, of pristine blue and turquoise water along stunning tropical beaches, swaying coconut trees in the tropical sunshine.
But there’s more to Bali than the beach.
Unlike many other beach destinations, I think the best bits of Bali are actually inland, away from the beach and the crowds. Spend a little time probing and exploring and Bali offers you a glimpse of her treasures, countless shrines and ancient temples, bucolic rice paddies and terraces on the hills, a laid back rustic pace of life and seemingly unending culinary treats.

Whilst other tropical islands typically garner adjectives like ‘tropical paradise’, ‘sun-drenched’, ‘relaxing’, ‘luxury’, ‘laid back’, Bali has all that and adds ‘mysterious’, ‘spiritual’ and ‘magical’ to its list of superlatives. The ‘Land of a Thousand Temples’ is not completely accurate, there are actually tens of thousands of temples in Bali, more than houses in fact, a legacy of kingdoms past and human occupation since the Stone Age. Stepping into any of the temples is a journey back in time, moss covered stones and walls hint at the age of these structures, at once enigmatic and peaceful. One does not have to be a believer in the Balinese Hindu religion to appreciate the immense sense of calm these ancient structures offer. Where Angkor Wat in Cambodia impresses by its sheer scale, the temples or Puras in Bali does quite the opposite, they are often small, and tucked into every single corner of the volcanic island. Some of them almost feel like family shrines, intimate and cosy. Statues of hindu gods and goddesses adorn the walls, carved out of black volcanic rock.




View of Ubud river from Uma Ubud


Ubud Palace
One of the more spectacular temples in Bali is the Pura Tirta Empul or Temple of the Holy Water. Its sacred spring, said the have curative properties, has drawn devotees for over a thousand years. Legend has it that the sacred spring was created by the God Indra. His forces poisoned by Mayadanawa, a cruel king and dark sorcerer, Indra stabbed the ground with his flag pole, creating an eternal wellspring, the spring water curing his men of their illnesses.
Current day devotees still continue this tradition of bathing in the sacred spring, to wash away bad spirits and physical ailments. In a large rectangular stone pool, fed by 12 fountains from the water of the spring, worshippers first make an offering at the temple, then climb into the pool to bathe and pray.

Whether actual healing takes place or it is merely a placebo effect, everyone certainly leaves with a slight spring (pun unintended) in their step, their troubles abluted.

Devotees in the water at Pura Tirta Empul


Intricate temple door carvings

Offerings for the gods

Gunung Kawi Temple, an 11th century temple complex in Tampaksiring
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Eating, Praying and Living in Bali (Part 1)

PRAY

The word ‘Bali’ typically evokes images of the beach, of pristine blue and turquoise water along stunning tropical beaches, swaying coconut trees in the tropical sunshine.

But there’s more to Bali than the beach.

Unlike many other beach destinations, I think the best bits of Bali are actually inland, away from the beach and the crowds. Spend a little time probing and exploring and Bali offers you a glimpse of her treasures, countless shrines and ancient temples, bucolic rice paddies and terraces on the hills, a laid back rustic pace of life and seemingly unending culinary treats.

rice terrace panorama

Whilst other tropical islands typically garner adjectives like ‘tropical paradise’, ‘sun-drenched’, ‘relaxing’, ‘luxury’, ‘laid back’, Bali has all that and adds ‘mysterious’, ‘spiritual’ and ‘magical’ to its list of superlatives. The ‘Land of a Thousand Temples’ is not completely accurate, there are actually tens of thousands of temples in Bali, more than houses in fact, a legacy of kingdoms past and human occupation since the Stone Age. Stepping into any of the temples is a journey back in time, moss covered stones and walls hint at the age of these structures, at once enigmatic and peaceful. One does not have to be a believer in the Balinese Hindu religion to appreciate the immense sense of calm these ancient structures offer. Where Angkor Wat in Cambodia impresses by its sheer scale, the temples or Puras in Bali does quite the opposite, they are often small, and tucked into every single corner of the volcanic island. Some of them almost feel like family shrines, intimate and cosy. Statues of hindu gods and goddesses adorn the walls, carved out of black volcanic rock.

doorway uma ubud

uma ubud greenery

view of the river

View of Ubud river from Uma Ubud

ubud palace

Ubud Palace

One of the more spectacular temples in Bali is the Pura Tirta Empul or Temple of the Holy Water. Its sacred spring, said the have curative properties, has drawn devotees for over a thousand years. Legend has it that the sacred spring was created by the God Indra. His forces poisoned by Mayadanawa, a cruel king and dark sorcerer, Indra stabbed the ground with his flag pole, creating an eternal wellspring, the spring water curing his men of their illnesses.

Current day devotees still continue this tradition of bathing in the sacred spring, to wash away bad spirits and physical ailments. In a large rectangular stone pool, fed by 12 fountains from the water of the spring, worshippers first make an offering at the temple, then climb into the pool to bathe and pray.

Whether actual healing takes place or it is merely a placebo effect, everyone certainly leaves with a slight spring (pun unintended) in their step, their troubles abluted.

tirta empul devotees washing

Devotees in the water at Pura Tirta Empul

intricate door carving

colourful door carving

Intricate temple door carvings

offerings for sale

Offerings for the gods

Gunung Kawi

Gunung Kawi Temple, an 11th century temple complex in Tampaksiring
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X-Pro1 Diaries: Good Friday in Little India

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3 weeks after I first got the Fuji X-Pro1 and my initial test shoot in Little India, I found myself there again, with an hour of evening light left in the sky.

Being a public holiday, and an off-day for the many Indian and Bangladeshi migrant workers in the construction industry in Singapore, Little India was packed with off duty workers homesick for familiar food, groups catching up with news and gossip, and crowds gathered in front of stores with an outward facing television set, not unlike some sort of a standing-room-only public cinema. Exotic smells of spices and food cooking came from every direction, as well as blaring Tamil and Hindi pop tunes from shabby speakers not designed to handle such volumes, crackling and distorting as a result.

The sense of energy in the air was palpable.

two indian guys having dinner

3 indian guys standing against a cracked wall

shell gas logo

Once I turned off the main thoroughfare and into the back lanes and narrow back alleys of Little India, a different pace and mood immediately pervaded, the blaring music was still audible, but seemed to be ‘somewhere else’, the clamour of the crowds now reduced to a dull drone. Waiters taking a break lost in their cigarette breaks, the smell of tobacco drifting further down the narrow lane. A man, his dinner of naan and curry propped on his lap, enjoying his meal sat on a crate, and yet others, simply standing around, perhaps taking a break from the near pandemonium just a street away.

Reaching the end of the alleyway, I was prompted ejected back into the roar of the thronging crowds.

restaurant kitchen from the back

waiting resting in back alley

quick dinner in back alley

The Camera

Things happen fast in Little India, moments and juxtapositions appear and disappear quickly and unpredictably. This calls for a fast and fluid way of shooting. Since getting the camera and initially struggling with the AF on my first Little India outing with the X-Pro1, I’ve made the following changes to the settings: turned off the image review (as I have found it to reduce lag between shots), set the AF to ‘continuous’ for such fluid situations, turned off macro mode and shot exclusively with the EVF. I also picked my shutter speed (normally around 1/125) and aperture (usually wide open), leaving the camera to sort out the ISO.

This gives the fastest response time, and the AF is usably fast in this setup. Zone focussing and stopping down can be another strategy but is incompatible with my style of shooting as I like shooting wide open and the depth of field is too shallow to employ this technique.

I’m also finding that the camera at 0EV tends to overexpose in many scenes, I’m still shooting jpeg at the moment so I’m a little bit paranoid about blowing my highlights. My camera is normally set to -2/3EV.

The unintimidating styling and ‘low fi’ look of the X-Pro1 usually results in obliging subjects, no one seems to pay it much heed, which is perfect for blending into the background.

cook cooking little india

shop stocked with provisions

fruit stall little india

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X-Pro1 Diaries: What 30 Minutes in a Wet Market Will Teach You About Food
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Firstly, for all readers unfamiliar with the  concept of a wet market, a brief introduction is in order. A wet market is predominantly a fresh food (meat and vegetable) market commonly found in Asian countries. Think of it as a farmer’s market, but one that exists not only on weekends but everyday, and wet.
Why the ‘wetness’ you might ask? This part is rather more literal, the floors are usually wet, with water being used to keep the premises clean and the produce fresh. Liberal amounts of it are sloshed about daily, resulting in a perpetual ‘wet’ state. It is typically run by a collection of independent stallholders, each with his own produce.


Raw does not only describe the food being sold, but also the experience of visiting a wet market. Supermarkets with their rows of neatly packaged and indeterminable cuts of mystery meat are the polar opposite of what you would find at a wet market, where you can sometimes find live animals awaiting slaughter upon purchase by the customer (although this practice has long been ended in Singapore due to hygiene and animal welfare concerns, but can be easily found elsewhere in Asia). Hunks of meat hang from hooks and vegetables of all manner and variety are presented in wooded crates and cardboard boxes, unwashed and sometimes with bits of soil still hanging on the roots. Don’t need an entire packet of oregano for your one man pasta later? Pick a couple of sprigs and be charged for just that, prices are equally fluid, usually being rounded off. Its as if decimal points never made it past the (wet) entrance to the market.

One’s connection to the food they are buying and consuming is certainly a lot more intimate, picking the exact cuts of meat and quantities, and dealing with a butcher that has been plying his trade for most of his life, and not a 17 year old student on a part time stint at the deli counter. A chicken or pig is an animal here, celebrated in all its usefulness to the human race, not a bloodless, deboned, generic cut of protein from ‘animal origin’.

Whilst there are a few markets still holding their own, wet markets are largely being shut down as consumer preferences shift towards 24 hour shopping and convenience (wet markets typically operate in the mornings till noon) and an increasing disconnect between the food we eat and the source from which it comes derives. Whilst a grandmother might take pride in picking the fattest and healthiest chicken for her family dinner that night, her grandson might prefer his meat pre-flavoured, stabilised, par-cooked and “Ready to Eat in just 3 minutes™!”
One of the largest wet markets in Singapore and a short walk from my home is Tekka Market, which has been in existence since 1915, one might call it the Tsukiji of Singapore and is to Singapore what La Boqueria is to Barcelona. From Sri Lankan crabs and Japanese Wagyu to Sicilian olives and Taiwanese mangoes, and every other permutation in between, is somewhere to be found in Tekka Market. The rows of stalls are stacked high with produce and the lanes cramped with shoppers, all sloshing about on the trademark wet floor, definitely not for the Louboutin shod crowd. But for everyone else, it is a promise of fresh produce and reasonable prices.



La Boqueria | Barcelona 2010 (taken with Canon 5D mkII)
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X-Pro1 Diaries: What 30 Minutes in a Wet Market Will Teach You About Food

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Firstly, for all readers unfamiliar with the  concept of a wet market, a brief introduction is in order. A wet market is predominantly a fresh food (meat and vegetable) market commonly found in Asian countries. Think of it as a farmer’s market, but one that exists not only on weekends but everyday, and wet.

Why the ‘wetness’ you might ask? This part is rather more literal, the floors are usually wet, with water being used to keep the premises clean and the produce fresh. Liberal amounts of it are sloshed about daily, resulting in a perpetual ‘wet’ state. It is typically run by a collection of independent stallholders, each with his own produce.

old man fruits wet market singapore

vegetable stall owner wet market singapore

Raw does not only describe the food being sold, but also the experience of visiting a wet market. Supermarkets with their rows of neatly packaged and indeterminable cuts of mystery meat are the polar opposite of what you would find at a wet market, where you can sometimes find live animals awaiting slaughter upon purchase by the customer (although this practice has long been ended in Singapore due to hygiene and animal welfare concerns, but can be easily found elsewhere in Asia). Hunks of meat hang from hooks and vegetables of all manner and variety are presented in wooded crates and cardboard boxes, unwashed and sometimes with bits of soil still hanging on the roots. Don’t need an entire packet of oregano for your one man pasta later? Pick a couple of sprigs and be charged for just that, prices are equally fluid, usually being rounded off. Its as if decimal points never made it past the (wet) entrance to the market.

butcher portrait wet market singapore

One’s connection to the food they are buying and consuming is certainly a lot more intimate, picking the exact cuts of meat and quantities, and dealing with a butcher that has been plying his trade for most of his life, and not a 17 year old student on a part time stint at the deli counter. A chicken or pig is an animal here, celebrated in all its usefulness to the human race, not a bloodless, deboned, generic cut of protein from ‘animal origin’.

indian woman shopping for vegetables

Whilst there are a few markets still holding their own, wet markets are largely being shut down as consumer preferences shift towards 24 hour shopping and convenience (wet markets typically operate in the mornings till noon) and an increasing disconnect between the food we eat and the source from which it comes derives. Whilst a grandmother might take pride in picking the fattest and healthiest chicken for her family dinner that night, her grandson might prefer his meat pre-flavoured, stabilised, par-cooked and “Ready to Eat in just 3 minutes™!”

One of the largest wet markets in Singapore and a short walk from my home is Tekka Market, which has been in existence since 1915, one might call it the Tsukiji of Singapore and is to Singapore what La Boqueria is to Barcelona. From Sri Lankan crabs and Japanese Wagyu to Sicilian olives and Taiwanese mangoes, and every other permutation in between, is somewhere to be found in Tekka Market. The rows of stalls are stacked high with produce and the lanes cramped with shoppers, all sloshing about on the trademark wet floor, definitely not for the Louboutin shod crowd. But for everyone else, it is a promise of fresh produce and reasonable prices.

man resting wet market singapore

indian owner provision shop wet market

La Boqueria Barcelona

La Boqueria | Barcelona 2010 (taken with Canon 5D mkII)

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X-Pro1 Diaries: A Break In The Day
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Lunch hour exists like a comma in a sentence, a transit during a flight, a breath in the middle of long note, breaking the day up into two more manageable halves. I could never understand people who ate at their desks at work, doing that was akin to playing all 90 minutes of a football match without halftime. Even going out of the office (if you worked in one) for a short walk serves to rejuvenate and recharge the mind for the afternoon ahead.
The midday sun beat down upon the pavement, a dizzy heat rising from the surface. People stood almost directly above their shadows, the heat and humidity forming a think and cloying atmosphere as women carried colourful umbrellas in an attempt to shield themselves from the sun.
Under the cool shade of a tree, construction workers toiling away all morning sought the chance for a quick kip, a noisy bunch of coworkers sharing a meal and the latest gossip, the restaurants busy with the lunchtime crowd, juggling orders and trays of perilously balanced food, and others opted for a cigarette.
For the non working crowd, the hour held no significance, time passing as it always had. The lunch hour was not unlike the hour before, or indeed, the hour after.
Then just as suddenly as the commotion began, it all turned quiet, the workers back in their air-conditioned offices, leaving behind plates of half eaten food, the ice from their drinks forming a small puddle of condensation, trickling to the edge of the table where it dripped on the floor.
A quiet monotony ensued.

A cigarette takes the place of food

A construction hard hat and harness lay unattended whilst the owner has a break

Construction workers take the chance to have a quick nap

A girl walks past a group of office workers having lunch

Worker stops for a drink

A bus shelter provides brief respite from the heat

Dwindling supplies are replenished at the back of a restaurant

For some, the lunch hour is like any other

Time passes slowly

A lady goes about her day
All photos are taken with the Fuji X-Pro1 and XF 35mm f1.4, processed in Aperture with VSCO Film.
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X-Pro1 Diaries: A Break In The Day

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Lunch hour exists like a comma in a sentence, a transit during a flight, a breath in the middle of long note, breaking the day up into two more manageable halves. I could never understand people who ate at their desks at work, doing that was akin to playing all 90 minutes of a football match without halftime. Even going out of the office (if you worked in one) for a short walk serves to rejuvenate and recharge the mind for the afternoon ahead.

The midday sun beat down upon the pavement, a dizzy heat rising from the surface. People stood almost directly above their shadows, the heat and humidity forming a think and cloying atmosphere as women carried colourful umbrellas in an attempt to shield themselves from the sun.

Under the cool shade of a tree, construction workers toiling away all morning sought the chance for a quick kip, a noisy bunch of coworkers sharing a meal and the latest gossip, the restaurants busy with the lunchtime crowd, juggling orders and trays of perilously balanced food, and others opted for a cigarette.

For the non working crowd, the hour held no significance, time passing as it always had. The lunch hour was not unlike the hour before, or indeed, the hour after.

Then just as suddenly as the commotion began, it all turned quiet, the workers back in their air-conditioned offices, leaving behind plates of half eaten food, the ice from their drinks forming a small puddle of condensation, trickling to the edge of the table where it dripped on the floor.

A quiet monotony ensued.

2 men smoking red tie

A cigarette takes the place of food

construction hard hat and harness

A construction hard hat and harness lay unattended whilst the owner has a break

construction workers sleeping

Construction workers take the chance to have a quick nap

girl walking by office workers having lunch

A girl walks past a group of office workers having lunch

taking a break having a drink

Worker stops for a drink

public transport

A bus shelter provides brief respite from the heat

unloading food restaurant

Dwindling supplies are replenished at the back of a restaurant

man having nap at lunch

For some, the lunch hour is like any other

old man ipod

Time passes slowly

lady walking left

A lady goes about her day

All photos are taken with the Fuji X-Pro1 and XF 35mm f1.4, processed in Aperture with VSCO Film.

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X-Pro1 Diaries: I’m Going Down, To Chinatown!
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Considering Singapore is filled with Chinese people, I wonder if any one else finds it strange that we have a Chinatown. (well technically, the demographical breakdown is as follows: Chinese 76.8%, Malay 13.9%, Indian 7.9%, other 1.4%, according the CIA Factbook). In any case, there’s a Chinatown in Singapore, and apart from the usual deluge of restaurants (no Chinatown is complete without the requisite offerings of food), the rest is more Chinoiserie than Chinese, mostly an oriental show put up as a tourist offering, tacky souvenirs at every turn. But despite my misgivings, it provided an interesting enough subject to shoot.
The Camera
This is my 5th day of shooting with the X-Pro1, and now that I know the camera likes to set a shutter speed of 1/52 with my 35mm lens (sometimes resulting in camera shake), I chose a shutter speed of 1/250, manually selected my aperture, and let the camera deal with the ISO. This worked a treat, and until Fuji decides to update the firmware to allow users to set a minimum shutter speed, this will be the way I shoot.

Couple walking along Smith Street

Tourist toting a big camera

Hanging on the door

Roasted chestnuts for sale

Chinese opera masks

Medicines and remedies

Along Temple Street

Thai sailors on R&R perusing trinkets

Friendly chef

The Lomography man

Rush hour traffic
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X-Pro1 Diaries: I’m Going Down, To Chinatown!

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Considering Singapore is filled with Chinese people, I wonder if any one else finds it strange that we have a Chinatown. (well technically, the demographical breakdown is as follows: Chinese 76.8%, Malay 13.9%, Indian 7.9%, other 1.4%, according the CIA Factbook). In any case, there’s a Chinatown in Singapore, and apart from the usual deluge of restaurants (no Chinatown is complete without the requisite offerings of food), the rest is more Chinoiserie than Chinese, mostly an oriental show put up as a tourist offering, tacky souvenirs at every turn. But despite my misgivings, it provided an interesting enough subject to shoot.

The Camera

This is my 5th day of shooting with the X-Pro1, and now that I know the camera likes to set a shutter speed of 1/52 with my 35mm lens (sometimes resulting in camera shake), I chose a shutter speed of 1/250, manually selected my aperture, and let the camera deal with the ISO. This worked a treat, and until Fuji decides to update the firmware to allow users to set a minimum shutter speed, this will be the way I shoot.

couple walking along smith street

Couple walking along Smith Street

fellow photographer

Tourist toting a big camera

hanging on the door

Hanging on the door

roasted chestnuts for sale

Roasted chestnuts for sale

chinese opera masks

Chinese opera masks

medicines and remedies

Medicines and remedies

Temple Street singapore

Along Temple Street

thai sailors and trinkets

Thai sailors on R&R perusing trinkets

Friendly chef

Friendly chef

The Photo man

The Lomography man

rush hour traffic

Rush hour traffic

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Portraits on Arab Street with the X-Pro1
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The sky had been dark and grumbling for a while when I arrived at Arab Street, threatening to pour its watery load down at any moment. This is not very typical weather in March, it is supposed to be hot, and dry. The air crackled with the impending rain, but seemingly oblivious to the drama, most people were going about their evening. Office types arriving, their ties loosened and sleeves rolled up. Muslim ladies hurrying to the shelter of the mosque before the rain came. Trendy youngers comparing their fixed-gear bicycles. Tourists strolling through the heritage district, trying to soak it all in.

In an instant, the clouds thinned, and almost magically, the sky turned pink and purple and orange, washing everything below in this surreal light. No one seemed to notice the scene had been bathed in otherworldly colours, shifting again from hues of violet, magenta and peach, the shoppers kept shopping, the diners kept eating, the tourists kept walking, and the kids hanging around the street corners, kept smoking.
Just as suddenly as it came, the light faded away, first turning a deep purple hue, before, as if sighing, going completely to black. The rain had come.
The Camera
My 4th day of shooting with the X-Pro1 now, I am starting to get the sense of its nuances, and its inclination towards setting my shutter speed at 1/52s (for the 35mm lens), whilst perfectly handhold-able, is unnecessary as it could have just as easily bumped the ISO up a stop and given me that bit more leeway in avoiding camera shake. I made sure to keep the camera extra steady this time round and was rewarded by mostly sharp pictures.
Again, the retro looking camera and silent shutter put my subjects at ease.
This camera was built for the streets.









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Portraits on Arab Street with the X-Pro1

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The sky had been dark and grumbling for a while when I arrived at Arab Street, threatening to pour its watery load down at any moment. This is not very typical weather in March, it is supposed to be hot, and dry. The air crackled with the impending rain, but seemingly oblivious to the drama, most people were going about their evening. Office types arriving, their ties loosened and sleeves rolled up. Muslim ladies hurrying to the shelter of the mosque before the rain came. Trendy youngers comparing their fixed-gear bicycles. Tourists strolling through the heritage district, trying to soak it all in.

undies and 69

In an instant, the clouds thinned, and almost magically, the sky turned pink and purple and orange, washing everything below in this surreal light. No one seemed to notice the scene had been bathed in otherworldly colours, shifting again from hues of violet, magenta and peach, the shoppers kept shopping, the diners kept eating, the tourists kept walking, and the kids hanging around the street corners, kept smoking.

Just as suddenly as it came, the light faded away, first turning a deep purple hue, before, as if sighing, going completely to black. The rain had come.

The Camera

My 4th day of shooting with the X-Pro1 now, I am starting to get the sense of its nuances, and its inclination towards setting my shutter speed at 1/52s (for the 35mm lens), whilst perfectly handhold-able, is unnecessary as it could have just as easily bumped the ISO up a stop and given me that bit more leeway in avoiding camera shake. I made sure to keep the camera extra steady this time round and was rewarded by mostly sharp pictures.

Again, the retro looking camera and silent shutter put my subjects at ease.

This camera was built for the streets.

cool dude with glasses

couple having dinner haji lane

Max on Haji lane

2 girls on haji lane

office types on haji lane

sultan masjid mosque

construction worker on arab street

Jamal Deli Moroccan

ladies hurrying to the mosque

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Fuji X-Pro 1, the new tool in my camerabag

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I’ve just bought the Fuji X-Pro1 with the XF18mm and XF35mm lenses. Needless to say, I’m terribly excited about it and will be posting more opinions and experiences (as well as photos of course) in the days to come.

Meanwhile, here are a few I took on the night of the purchase, wandering around Little India in Singapore.

waiting for a taxi little india singapore

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