Given how shy I tend to be in social situations (despite what my friends will tell you), it's a wonder that I love being in front of a lens as much as I do behind it. When I'm not towering above my brunch with an iPhone, forcing my friends into uncomfortable positions or flatlay-ing my belongings, I'm probably figuring out how to take an outfit-of-the-day shot, all while completing essays and revising for midterms. I have a love-love relationship with my camera, which is why it was so devastating when just a few weeks before moving to London, I had to be parted from it, resulting in an indefinite hiatus from blogging. I won't delve into the long, boring and somewhat tedious details as to why and how this situation came to be, but I will share what I've learnt about myself.
Visually chronicling events was and still is a big part of my life - not uncommon for most people today, considering we live in the peak of the pics-or-it-didn't-happen era (read: Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat). I started building my photography portfolio in 2006, when I was entering my teenage years, not too long before the domination of smartphones made photo taking more accessible and convenient. After discovering my friend Natalie's blog and being amazed at what one could create with a camera (check it out and you'll know what I mean), I started playing around with my point-and-shoot Sony Cybershot, constantly bugging her for tips and instructions... and the rest was history. Fast-forward through eight years of unfaltering devotion, I was brought to a screeching halt, losing my sense of direction. Initially I found myself restless, more often than not, having nothing to do with the time I would have spent taking photographs and creating content for my blog. Days turned into weeks, turned into months, yearning faded to reminiscence and grew into reflection.
I began to question why I did what I did and finally became conscious of the fact that most of the times my passion lacked a purpose. Thanks to taking art during my IB years, I knew all too well that an intention is as important, if not more, than an action. Being a perfectionist stems from my belief that nothing should be done with mediocrity, otherwise you shouldn't do it at all, and taking photos just for the sake of it is pretty damn mediocre. Trading off quality for quantity is just not the way to go, which is why when the opportunity knocked, I decided to let go of my old blog and begin again.
I've learnt you cannot control what goes on around you, but you can choose how to handle yourself and make most of the circumstances. Come what may, I hold on to hope (my God, I live on it) as I embark on a new journey in life.
Shot at St Paul's Cathedral, London, England.