Street Stories

The matron and her plastic bag

It wasn’t hard to notice her amidst the pedestrian and bicycle traffic. The summer heat called for casual and light clothing. Yet, she wore a tweed-like dress that…

Patrons of street art

“What is this?” “What does this all mean?” Existential questions? Hardly. Just curious thoughts being blurted out, accompanied by some headscratching. This past summer, I met with BrandFury…

Fresh from the farm

The idea of fresh vegetables for me, a born and bred city girl from Singapore, is having my produce vendor pick out crisp greens at 7am in the morning…

Barrel roll a yo-yo

He rolled his eyes and sighed. I had proven to be an utter disappointment, having failed to master the yo-yo. Scowling, I slapped the toy into his open…

A little help, a closer look

“So, tell me again, why are you photographing all this?” Mr Gu scratched his head and examined my camera and tripod. A technician from Zhejiang working at Sinan…

Fruits and vegetables

Each time I go to the market, I see the same vendors sitting in the same spots, only marked by different clothing and wares. Each season, the fruits…