#proselfie

[ 一起消失了 ]

一張單又到另一張，一個客接着下一個，人龍好比米芝連排隊的餐廳，這便是我的外在工作環境。 但常人不會知的是，莫過於要被等候中的客人眼神和突然其來的一個又一個被打擾的詢問，這正正是我需要高度集中地輸入每一件適當貨品、組件。 交易完畢後才發現數量、顔色、尺寸、收費等等有不同那就可以像天塌下來，然後跨步門/上級的同事會給你一定的壓力。 像滾雪球一樣越滾越大，的確令自己生活提心吊膽。 

在這些壓力和煩惱下的我，便第一次違失了手機。 有部份珍貴的照片一起消失了，特別是對上一次的三兩張郊遊照。

可能消失了的是天意，但不到我不願意接受跌下來連一粒沙也拿不到，我的個性驅使我重新一次踏上同一路線，希望可攝出近似的好幾幅。 這旅程的特別之處是我更在意我拍出來的場景，可說攝影成份和郊遊的成份一半一半，成品甚至出乎意料之外。

是次大東山遊好比第一次到的時候大霧，但風力沒上兩次的大，我喜歡這山的最大原因就是它如仙境的霧，風勢和高度就令它更雄偉壯觀。 像我喜歡寂靜，離開煩囂的大嶼坐船來回是香港其中一件有耐性的人才會享受的事。 

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到過了新加坡後，我經常在想: 我什麼時候可再去走一走? 或是，有沒有其它地方在我財政範圍內可去到的呢？ 

Self-portrait

Shot for my barber Hux. One strobe light with soft box. Using the fabulous Fujifilm GFX50S medium format mirrorless camera with the 63mm lens. f11 1/125s ISO 250. Tone curve to lift and flatten the depth of the blacks.

WHILE I CAN

I wish to find more ways to represent myself in the city. It’s always in my mind that when I get to the prime of my career or be important, I can live like a real person so full of confidence. It’s the golden age of everyone’s life during the 30s. I’m already a true display of the generation. And that had led me to think, I must dress well, look better while I still can.

Fashion has always been on the loop to me. I never try anything complicated and the nature of casual wear which I love should never be that complicated. It all derives from denim (my jeans). Thanks to my teenage grunge rock influence and a popular Japanese reality show (電波少年) back then. Who’d have thought someone with a broken pants can be on the stage rocking in front of thousands, right? It’s so much joy to see all the little details (stitching, buttons, rivets...) vary from brand to brand. I had invested my favorite and probably the most expensive pair so far to a Dutch brand 2 years ago. The Dutch designers just know denim!

Inevitably, fashion comes with a price...

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It was interestingly enough that I did my first ever visit to the Art Basel HK this year. As I’d imagine, the exhibits were everywhere. However, none of them makes any sense to me. I did know know what the artists’ intentions were, what messages they tried to convey. On the other hand, I carefully observed the visitors in front of each art. Almost all of them were snapping pictures, selfies. Everybody care less about which master did it anyway. This type of fair is less than ideal to appreciate art. The fair and gallery curators had assumed the public already knows about the artists they represent. I’m sure their job is just to sell as much as they can.