I believe our relationship with our mothers have a great bearing to who we were, who we are and who we are to become. I’m quite certain there are studies about this somewhere. Anyway, I am not here to write about a scientific or medical study. I am here to study my own being-ness. Pinky, […]Read more "Mother Dear"
As the music played and she moved, sitting in my mama’s wheelchair, I could feel my eyes water. For the first time in my life, in the middle of shooting, I found my self moved to tears. She was unafraid to be so raw. Unedited. Untouched like the first photo in this story, I will […]Read more "As Vanessa"
March 2016. Birthday month. When the Jedi Brothers came to visit. Introducing, Alex and Stefan. What I am trying to express in this post is my gratitude for love and life. The time these moments happened, I was in a place inexplicable. Life was scattered and intimidating. But as the universe would have it, these […]Read more "As The Ionitas"
Uncertain where to begin with this story, because there is just so much history – let me start by telling you that she is my sister (by choice, literally my “soul sister”). We’ve known each other since we were awkward teenagers. But for like (let me count) twelve years, we missed seeing each other. I […]Read more "As Mica"
His name has a special nook in my heart, a great friend of mine is named Ivan. So the expectations for the person under this name is pretty great. Anyway, this Ivan arrived at around 10am and what I first noticed was the sincerity of his smile and then the light in his eyes. I […]Read more "As Ivan"
In time, nothing is more important than the present. However, hindsight is 20/20 (this came up in my conversation with Stig during our shoot). So here I am, going through archived work and I found this gem of a story from 2012! This editorial was actually the first ever published work I have from Manila. […]Read more "SS2012 Throwback"
Kean. Chynna. Stellar. I first called them “The Cips” after their wedding and it stuck. You will see, this blog post is different from the rest because here, there is history and an ongoing relationship with the subjects. Treat this as a walk down memory lane. In the order of my life, first, there was […]Read more "As The Cips"