Following my Yashica photos post last month, here’s another batch of film photos taken by my Praktica LTL, an East German 35mm SLR from the 1970s. Enjoy!
48 Years Later – Hello all, it’s been a while! Life’s been busy huh? So I’ve been into film photography lately and the first few try I did was during my Sri Lanka trip where I brought my Praktica LTL. The pictures went good but I wasn’t really satisfied, so I purchased a different vintage camera, the Yashica Electro GSN which I carried with me all throughout my Europe trip. In fact, I prioritised it over my mirror lens camera. However, since I bought it very last minute (and out of impulsiveness), I didn’t have much time to study it and the result went really awful, and a-w-f-u-l means my 2 film rolls were developed EMPTY! How’s that event possible? well, that was really heartbreaking, to think that the developing time of films in Singapore takes 2 weeks, you can just imagine my anticipation and jitters while waiting, only to find out empty rolls.
Anyways, I gave it a try one more time during my Bagan, Myanmar trip last month, and upon receiving my pictures, it turned out to be better than my Sri Lanka Trip and Euro Trip (apparently), but most of them have light leaks! However, though, I surely love the quality of the pictures so I’m just considering this “unintentional” light leaks ala Mark Borthwick’s style. But I’m not going in his direction so maybe I need to get my light seal fixed before my next travel!
For now, enjoy the pictures!
The entire vino world was shocked when the news of Laurent Ponsot leaving his family Domaine, where he served for the past 36 years, circulated early last month. A single interview he had done was picked up by different wine-related online news platforms, and yet nothing has been heard from him since.
Just last week, Laurent Ponsot held his very first press conference to talk about ‘What’s Now and What’s Next’ of him in a place he considers his second home — Singapore.
It took us almost 6 hours before we reached Alaminos, Pangasinan. We were driving beginning the wee hours until we witnessed the sunrise from the road with our route all entrusted to Waze accompany by Alex Aino’s playlist on Spotify. Seriously, it was hard to be awake 24hours and the only consolation we had was the rural morning scene, view of misty rice fields and the scent from the biomass burning of the locals. To sum up, the journey was rather nostalgic than dull.
I must admit, Lambrusco is a total stranger to me for years and it’s in fact, a real shame.
I was welcomed by a cold winter breeze that moment I set my foot in Bologna. The humble city embraces their visitors with impressive lined heritage buildings, lengthy porticoes and roads flocked with locals on their usual routines. Despite the region’s gastronomical fame, Neither a sign of it nor an advertisement of wines can be seen aside from a conversation from a fellow delegate telling me that it’s the best place for food & wine to which I just smiled in return and told myself silently “I’ll see.”