HOLGA IN BORACAY

The cold months are over. The usual cool breeze in the morning has gradually been replaced by little beads of sweat in my forehead. Summer is not officially back, I suppose, but we definitely feel it is returning early this year here.

I suddenly remembered my Holga shots this morning, for no reason at all. It just magically popped up in my head and what's more obvious to do but revisit them. Coincidentally, majority of my poorly-set shots are from the beach in Boracay, Aklan two years ago, very much giving off the vibe of summer.

Clearly, I didn't know what I was doing with the camera at that time. But imagine my excitement when I saw these shots and knew I got something out of the roll, no matter how blurred they are.

Oh, and before I forget. Boracay, you are missed.

POSTING ALL THESE BECAUSE

I miss Baguio. Have been several times there before but it was only until the last time I went (2011) did I only appreciate the trip to the far north. The late night walk at the Session Road to the hotel after having drinks at La Azotea is unforgettable. The way the cold wind is only felt on the surface of my skin just because my body has generated enough heat from the alcohol made me feel somehow invincible. It’s one of the moments I can easily take out from my memory bank, press play and it’s as if I’m there once again. That’s how vivid it is. It’s one of my go-to memories whenever I feel wanderlust. And;

I want to try film again. This one doesn’t need a description, just look at how (i don’t intend to be self-deprecating, but really, crappy) the photos are.