We Met On Orchard Road

It was time for me to sit down and strap myself to my laptop for a photo-processing extravaganza; I thought it would be great to just work – open Adobe Lightroom and tweak, tone and crop to my hearts content. I figured, before I go to Ireland I could have a trove of wonderful content to publish and put my Instagram on auto-pilot. It was a perfect plan. But, I only got through six photos. Hey, give me a break …I’m notoriously bad at getting shit done. You’d gasp at all the amazing photos I’m just hoarding away in the cloud. In fact, I’ll go ahead and say it right now: I am definitely worth more dead than alive.

I imagine when I’m dead someone will finally finish all the work I have stashed away, it’s a curse really. But, here is visual proof that I am in fact an artist …or insane. Probably both.

I was jet-lagged in Singapore. Being the sleepless beauty that I was, I decided I’d like to go out on Orchard Road, the super-chic shopping strip that crazy rich asians love so much, and take some photographs of the lights (or whatever I might find).  It was around 3:30 a.m., it was raining as I made my way down the street, crossing in front of the iconic ION building; it towered above me while I admired it’s reflection in a puddle, rippling from the rain. The only movements were the occasional Taxi and my own shadow following me across the intersection; a phantom-like stalker, with a camera, jet black.

And then I found her. She’s really a troublemaker. I can’t post some of the pictures as we might’ve been arrested for our shenanigans. Just know we fell in and out of love, bodies drenched in rain and sweat, on a pastel goth Hello Kitty adventure along the most commercialized street in all of Asia. And it was spectacular.