Still a spiffy 17-year-old

I also shot Boy Boy over the last weekend. It was a kind of a sombre shoot, even though on the outside, I was being "professional" about it and went about doing the job with smiles.

The story goes like this: Boy Boy is a 17-year-old Poodle cross which my past client has had for almost 15 years. In her own words, "at this old age he has lost his hearing, sight, and also kinda senile already. He has heart and dental problems and is on medication for life. He suffered from stroke twice over the last 12 mths but managed to recover. Boy boy is a strong doggy, he never give himself up. "

And I was told Boy Boy can drop dead anytime, as warned by the vet, but he has since delayed the death sentence for a year already.

"We really hope to have something of boy boy that we can keep forever, hence (we )thought of having a photography session with him, like a family portrait."

A little taller this year

3-year-old Yijie has grown much taller.
I shot him last year, and he still has that quiet determined look on his face.

Last minute

Had a wonderful pre-wedding session recently with Alvin and Regina.
Can't blog much about them because I absolutely know nothing about them. We only met each other and they confirmed my services two days before the shoot. Did it matter, as far as pictures are concerned? I think not, in this case. We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

Something old, something new

On the day filled with tributes paid to the late fighter JBJ, I think it's quite apt that I post some wedding pictures of two legal professionals, Andrew and Yanni.

When I was still a photojournalist with Today, I had shot JBJ before, at a cosy, little hotel near Waterloo St. Beneath those big, piercing eyes were actually a grandfatherly soul who went his way to better the political system in Singapore.

I had often seen him selling his books at City Hall MRT station several times, but had never gone forward and purchase one from him. I will never have that chance again.

Fortunately, I had the chance to document Andrew and Yanni's wedding. I knew Yanni's bridesmaid, Shing, since JC days and it was through her that Yanni and I hooked up.

Hit & Miss

I mentioned I missed my daughter's debut as a little green leaf at her school performance. My wife told me that the moment the curtain was drawn open, and Yu Wen saw the crowd, she immediately went backstage and sat on the teacher's lap throughout the song, except for the finale when she rejoined the group.

Not much of a photographer, nonetheless my wife managed to capture some nice moments. With a bit of photoshop, one of the images still comes out nice.

The other event which I didn't miss was my son's first month party. Had a nice high-tea buffet at Lao Beijing, Tiong Bahru Plaza branch, with close friends and relatives. And then there was the customary flower bath for the 1-month-old baby.

Yin/Yang

There is a joke that says if you want an Italian to stop talking, you just have to tie up his hands.

Even though Bernardo doesn't have his hands tied, he comes across to me as a gentle giant (because he's tall) of few words. His wife, Endiana, is the more gregarious one who seems to be the live wire of the any group she belongs to. Opposites attract, and it's such a good match. Otherwise if two of them insist of talking at the same time, there wouldn't be much of a conversation, isn't it?