Showing posts with label thieves market. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thieves market. Show all posts

Monday, November 5, 2012

for a change.


I've just gotten myself a new old Olympus mju-II for S$4! So far, everything seems to work just fine; autofocus led lights (but the fact that it really autofocuses, I got no idea), flash, quartz data-back with good condition lens (surprisingly no fungus nor scratches!). I haven't tested it out yet but hopefully I'll get substantial results by this Friday so I can use it for next week's Bali trip. Just to add on...the camera came loaded with a konica centuria film, shot ti'll the 35th frame. I took the liberty to shoot the last frame and got the whole roll out as soon as it rewound itself. I'm not sure if I should send it processing though. Having mixed feeling of both curiosity and fear. What photographs does that roll posses? Why's such a good conditioned camera lying hopelessly together with other hoarder's random junk? Heck I don't know. Just that the idea of the recent movie "Sinister" kinda comes into my mind.


Other than a new camera, I've also gotten an old hobby back and boy I've been rusty.


a sketch of bob marley while listening to "jammin"

Saturday, September 15, 2012

escapades of a local sightseer #4: Thieves Market, Sungei Road


Sometimes, I find myself checking out old-beaten up knick-knacks in Theives Market, the only flea market here in S'pore which offers the usual flea stuffs if you get what I mean. Nothing fancy can be found here, but rather, the usual old men's hoarded treasures; from old synthetic leather shoes and stiff acid washed jeans to classic raybans and wrist-watches claimed antiquely genuine. From chinese jades and old local currency notes/coins to analogue and digital spoils, most of the time exposed to the harsh equatorial weather of the lion city.




Tuesday, August 7, 2012

captured portraits of the not so common people


I can still remember how annoyed the old lady was when she heard the loud *click* produced by my camera. She quickly hid herself in between those vehicles. When I walked pass her, she was babbling words which I can't seem to comprehend, I'm so sure its bad. I walked straight with guilt of causing disrespect, trying to ignore the tempt to look at her.

The alleys in Little India.

Typical day-to-day scavengers of the Thieves' Market, Sungei Road.