I took this photo during our most recent trip to Basilan.
If you’re not too familiar with these floating cottages, they’re traditional Bajau houses— abodes on stilts, made almost entirely out of driftwood. These houses forthrightly reflect the lifestyle of the nomadic people who live in them: simple, close-knit and pretty much wedded to the ever-changing whims of the ocean. Bajau communities of old were even more noteworthy; families lived in small boats called lepa-lepa. Traveling in a flotilla, they traded with strangers from lands faraway and bartered their bounty of fish for fruits, trepang for cloth, pearls for sacks of rice. Continue reading “Sea Gypsies, Social Standing and the Rat Race”
I grew up in a house where tuyô was a breakfast staple.
That salty bastard of a fish, along with a relish of tomatoes and onions, a vinegar-calamansi dipping sauce and god-knows-how-many-platefuls of freshly steamed white rice.
Back in the days, tuyô was an ubiquitous symbol of the great unwashed– after all, it was being sold at 50 cents each. While a breakfast of tuyô isn’t so bad, eating it every single day would still be considered a gastronomical torture. Continue reading “Nostalgie de la Boue”
Just a few stills developed from the 24-exposure film I used on Henry’s Yashica Electro 35 (an expired roll of Fujifilm Superia 200).
Wait a sec… develop? Film?! How is that even still a thing? Are you in some kind of a hipster movement?
Call us hipsters, but there’s something romantically nostalgic/nostalgically romantic about photos taken using analog cameras. Just look at that photo of Henry above. (It’s my personal favorite among the bunch I took at our recent Manila photowalk.) Continue reading “Hipster-ing with Vintage Cameras”