The Architecture of a Breath
There is a specific kind of stillness that belongs only to the wild, a silence that is not an absence of sound, but a presence of attention. We spend our days moving through the world with our own noise, our own frantic rhythms, rarely pausing…
Six in the Evening by Siew Bee Lim
One Friday after work I went to Singapore River to photograph. It was nearly six and the clock on the Victoria Theatre & Concert Hall was inviting. This combination in the frame includes part of the Anderson Bridge, which was erected in…
The Weight of Worn Leather
I keep a small, brass thimble in my desk drawer, its surface pitted and smoothed by decades of resistance against the needle. It belonged to a tailor who lived in the quiet end of our street, a man whose fingers were always stained with the…