My mother and I took a trip to Bali in June 2009. It was her first time there.






















meat






my love affair
with black and white holga portraits

continues…



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ah ma is no longer around. but as a family we still go back to her place from time to time
“time to go to ah ma’s!” we say
and we half expect to see her sitting at the dining table with us, urging us to eat more


things are still done the way they were
the way she would have wanted it
only thing missing is ah ma’s pack of dunhill cigarettes resting on the kitchen cupboard next to the door
