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Come Undone Sunday, May 30, 2010 |

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Photography: Brendan Zhang
Styling: Cheryl Chan
Hair and Makeup: Andy Razali
Model: Patricia Silk

Tuesday Morning. Or was it? Monday, May 10, 2010 |

Recently I seem to have lost track of time.

I try to reflect and nothing quite brings a sense of familiarity.

Perhaps I'm too distracted.

I feel like a pilgrim, trekking through a desert.

Locked on to a compass, adhering to a strict direction.

It reaches a point where, everything starts to melt into sameness.

And I try to think back, like

To the few years that I spent taking pictures of

The Endless Aunties. The Screaming Babies.

And it felt so distant as to not make sense anymore.

How bizarre.

As if, a sort of identity amnesia.