See the Light to Come...(20/8)

Seeing is believing, but sometimes it depends on how we look at things…
I like taking photos. The more I practise capturing moving images with my camera, the more I find an alternative way to interpret time and life in the surrounding. The advanced technology in photography enables us to take a picture simply with one click. It becomes too easy sometimes that action with camera simply replaces part of the sensational system of mankind to external happenings and stimulation. People may think that, ‘no worry, I have taken a photo for memory’, but how much memory do they keep just because they take a photo and somehow neglect the basic element to really ‘look at’ things carefully. The same phenomenon can probably occur in certain devastating humanitarian-related affairs when the actual happening is easily prejudiced by a few cliché photos that may not have fully captured the reality. Bearing in mind the tendency to be negligent, it becomes more of a technique to ‘define’ the photography objects and to ‘select’ the means of interpretation about the objects. Here I find the fun to be a camera person…
…As I see the peace and the beauty
…The hope and the future
...people and the life
…The globe of movement
…The totality of the universe
I spent a week in Warsaw this summer and went to Cmentarze Powazkowskie, a cemetery in the north-western part of Warsaw, to visit the grave of a well respected Polish film director, Krzysztof Kieslowski. The cemetery visit inspired me much to contemplate and appreciate life, and some of the ‘nature morte’ snapshots can be found here...
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Another life...(23/5)

Ad Wrap...(22/5)

Haircut...(21/5)

As a demonstration of the new wave of the City, one of the best ways to sense the changes is to visit a hair salon. The way they look at the trend becomes my way to look at them, through myself. I like the setting of the salon, and the customer service they offered to the clients. I rarely drink cappuccino and watch playboy magazine with a hairdresser. It is always a surprise to discover...shorten my hair would be one way.

Phantom in Roma...(21/5)

A rejoice of the same story, but in Roma, where the theatre set a very classic Baroque style of opera house for the reprise of the story, and this took place in Warsaw, in Polish. It was the 3rd cast of the production I saw, and yet it was a spectacular session played by the Polish group. The intonation of Polish lyrics harmonized the melody of Andrew Lloyd Weber, at least I did not find much awkward sensation during the play (more)...
Seats were limited in the optimal size of theatre house, and the Polish audience seemed enjoying much their own version of the opera. Costume design was nice, and the stage management was good. The use of visual projection completed the utilization of space on the stage based on its non-far-fetch operational budget, I guess. A very value-for-money performance at last minute purchase point com.

Varsovie...(20/5)

Warsaw is like a small vacuum space of emptiness in my memory. My debut trip to the city should have been taken place 12 years ago. Becoming a turning point in pursuit of my meaning of life, the city awaited my strolling around until present that embraces me into its evolving city form of architecture and its micro-development in between the modernisation of Europeanisation (read more)...the bearing of the massive destruction in the WWII and the heritage of communist sense of city development. My impression to the city was a mixture of classical conservation and functional presentation of its short-span intensive historic experience. Pending my plan to start the journey to the Eastern Europe at a youth stage, I have role-played a diverging possibility in life, which awoke my sense of consciousness about my world of uniqueness and abandonment. As a gateway city to connect to my past and present, Warsaw has been stably developing right next to my awareness of well being for the decade. This day, I finally landed in the city during another transitional stage of life. Presented itself in its best panoramic mode of pride and unity, the city turned itself into a memory of the past as well. I was next to the ‘déjà-vu’ Stalinist model of the Warsaw Centre of Culture and Science – a pop-up reminder of my wandering in Moscow. Flights were flying over and over Warsaw, and I behaved in a group of collective memory, and everyone stood up when the sourness sank. Being the most robust economy in the region during the crisis, Warsaw has proved from its urban form and business stability with its energetic life. Zloty is a symbol of their partial insulation to globalised collective fluctuation. It retains people’s purchasing power and domestic demand. At least this has been my perception in the commercial centre that transactions have demonstrated. Like Berlin, Warsaw revived its appearance after the Second World War. The present moment was a replicate colourful Rococo façade of the old town. The East defined by defending the West, and now the West encircles and enriches the community again. A stunning presence of the remaining of the communist planning to me is the cold-façade of public housing in town. The public green between the residential buildings figure out a communistic belief of commonwealth. In this springtime of calling for another cycle of growth, the green vividly diversifies its form of life, and it landmarked its freestyle way of existence in contrary to the Anglo-Saxon gardening art form. Aged people tend to come up on stage in the area and along the industrial ulica to showcase their pride and glory about their city in front of my eyes. It is a call for the blossoming, or an actualisation of Joy Division’s mind in the name of ‘Warsaw’ to count down its ‘3, 5, 0, 1, 2, 5 go’…
‘…I was there in the back stage, when the first light came around, I grew up like a changeling, to win the first time around, I can see all the weakness, I pick all the faults well, I concede all the faith tests, just to stick in your throats...’ (Warsaw by Joy Division, as Warsaw)