Fishermen and the port, Gallipoli

Gallipoli at midday couldn’t be more saturated with the incinerating sunshine of Puglia. It fell heavily on my eyelids, overexposing on my eyes so that my visual surroundings – beige limestone rocks, azure hues from the skies to waters and the painted vessels in between – were enshrouded in a blinding haze. I could feel… MORE »

Thank you, and thank you for your patience

“Gracias por su paciencia.” In my head, I repeated the Spanish phrase, enunciating the last word some five times. Pa-thee-en-thee-a. A bit trickier than its English equivalent – three extra syllables and some lisping, to be precise – but they surely sounded similar. I was standing outside the hotel pecking a cigarette when I plucked out my… MORE »

A photographic sketch of Venice

Oh, Venice. Aren’t you a beauty? Your famed façades of ageing edifices, your veins and capillaries in constant circulation, like a colossal slumbering organism: that’s your complexion most frequently adorning postcards and photography, that your admirers come in cohorts to revel. But isn’t it the fabric of your skin, the contours of textures and variations… MORE »

A photographic sketch of Chiang Mai

One prominence lends voice to another, and in Chiang Mai’s case, Buddhism speaks for much of its architectural landscape. Trespassing through a sandwich of moat, relentless traffic and defensive wall, then to be swallowed within the brick fortification roughly marking the old city’s expanse, is a reversion of time – in isolated time portals scattered… MORE »

Midnight at Trevi Fountain, Rome

When a spot ascends to celebrity status the way Fontana di Trevi became renowned as one of the most famous fountain in Rome, if not the world, congregations of adoration follow. Shoulders collide where peripherals are coerced to share with bobbing heads, eclipsing the strokes of chisels defining masonry of the Baroque era; sloshing of waters chanted… MORE »

The Roman apartment imprisonment

Out of all my damning qualities, heightened paranoia is perhaps my least self-redemptive. Idealist me may argue it’s food for imagination: over-simulating scenarios help me orchestrate life, fabricate alternate realities to deal with whatever outcome. While paranoia, actually, doesn’t ready me for anything. Either nothing unfortunate happens, and I was alerted for no reason; or… MORE »