MEETING MY MUSE

Killer looks and endless legs aren't the only weapons in this goddess's arsenal. Her magnetic personality and bohemian demeanour are equally captivating - enough to launch a thousand ships. Read...

BEGIN AGAIN

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...
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