does this mean my photos will be all award-winning picture perfect? hardly. it just means i don’t have to mooch off JT’s yummy lens (which has spoilt me for life) and i can also now peek into my neighbour’s house from the comfort of my room.
p/s nothing interesting has happened so far.
was stuffing my face today, more than a little distraught after some heated erm discussion with ma. then my loveliest gives me this:
he warned me that it isn’t a terribly expensive lens. like, who’s care, hon? it’s a lovely present. i love it, and i love you. <3
nikkor 70-300mm AF G. i just took a few photos of the moon tonight. i like.
tomorrow, 62mm filter!
photos from an impromptu session.
they look like stills from some chinese horror movie. i like very much.
the first part of the long leave commenced with a road trip to malacca. yes, we all roll our eyes at the little town that spawned, since the last count, 2,134,518 lomo photos and even more artsy fartsy DSLR shots. post-worked and posted to death. which is why the posse road trip was sorely missing one mr music and one miss rabbit (who scurried off to the less-travelled pulau ketam instead).
so malacca is, in the loosest sense, a home town of sorts. sketchy family history about supposed baba nyonya heritage, teochew wanderers touching points along the west coast, and the annual ching bing (qing ming to you) trip which i’ve never participated in, all tie me back to the state. plus i am head-over-heels for the lard-soaked chicken rice balls. probably the strongest proof of my heritage, methinks.
closed my eyes and picked two cameras to accompany me on the trip: the beloved LC-A+ and the paradoxically under- and over-rated golden half.
expired centuria dnp lends a rather strong purple haze to all photos (tested in a few trial rolls) which i’m not particularly fond of. i guess despite my occasionally pink hair, i’m a conventional girl at heart.
the weather was blazing, which just screamed for a fixed-speed toy cam and a tribe toyota brolley.
how obliging.
overpriced baubles and the throngs of KLites aside, the town has also fascinated me with that delicious creepiness old abandoned buildings have. as you peek through a crack in a mildewed door, you start pondering the “whys” “hows” and especially the “whos” of this dilapidated shell of a house, even expecting to be greeted by an unblinking otherwordly eye (because that’s what always happens in the movies, ok).
these place are supposedly unclean but with my starbucks-numbed senses i couldn’t and haven’t felt a thing. maybe just a little imagined loss and despair which in all probability stems from me trying to inject some romanticism into my yuppie life.
still, annual pilgrimages to the place has made me a little sick (though we could pin that on the horrid horrid satay celup).
chicken rice balls. check. st paul’s church. check. techni trishaws. double and triple checked. eye on malaysia. maybe not. baba house. hmm. cendol. check. geographer. limau limau. jonker after 8pm. it’s as if time elbowed its way forward just to stand still.
a sparkling, gleaming white tomb of a 500-years dead and gone and forgotten malay warrior. i dare you to make sense of that.
but then again, i’m merely rambling, waiting for my hair to set. which it just has. i wish i were a peranakan princess.
so does straightening, colour-correcting, level-tweaking mean you’re cheating? or are you failing yourself by not making your celluloid snaps better? is it a compromise of skill of you don’t get it perfect in that one shot? or is it pure bull-headed, “cutting my nose to spite DSLRs” pride to shun technological enhancements?
saw the slideshow on shyng’s blog and it is too cool. i’m a bit slow these days, forgive my old age and steadily-creeping senility. clouds!
not so perfect after all. but does that really stop you from coveting it? RM15,000 for a rangefinger, hmmm let me sell my car.
so i was fiddling around with my new toy, the instax mini 7s, trying to fulfil my “assignment” requirements – to shoot my dog (oreo) and my cat (peggy). oreo has some strange camera phobia, so much so that he shies away if you so much as make a snapping motion with your hands sans-camera.
my cousin was around playing ps3 with my brother and i was excitedly showing them the camera.
“look guys! polaroid!”
“what’s that?”
“… a camera that shoots instant photos.”
“wow! how many megapixels is it?”
geez, do kids these days know nothing?
people have been asking me good places to buy/process film.
i’ve not processed anywhere else other than a few shops at mid valley megamall and pp foto shop (usj 2).
i do not recommend the mid valley fellas at all. don’t know how or who actually does the processing, but nothing nice has ever come out of the rolls i’ve sent.
pp foto is great for the price and service, but was not too fond of the scanning they did for my cross-processed photos (E6 to C41).
don’t think, just film did a nice compilation/database of shops that sell and process film.
