There are no words to describe my experience shooting Diana and Danial. It was a spiritual awakening of some sorts and a grand¬†reunion with nature.
Both their first time in the Philippines, my Singapore-based couple chose to explore the north, particularly the ethereal¬†Batanes. It was a timely¬†escape¬†from the busy everyday life in the city. The perfect setting to capture young¬†love in its purest form.¬†
Those mornings when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.
Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.
The nape of your neck. Even the sound of the word nape sounds holy to me. That and the hollow of your neck, the peek of your chest that your shirt sometimes reveals. These are the stations of my quietest, most insistent desire.
I have summer Fridays off; you don’t. So what better reason for me to take you to lunch and then keep you at lunch for the whole afternoon?
I try not to think about us growing old together, mostly because I try not to think about growing old at all. Both things – the years passing, the years together – are too enormous to contemplate.
…But one morning, I gave in. You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair praying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself thinking: if this continues, if this goes on, then when i die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. your memories will be my most¬† lasting impression.
I don‚Äôt like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.