Taguig, 2013

 

Taguig, 2013

Contre jour. Against daylight is what it is in French. I’m not trying to be fancy. I just picked up on it when a friend of mine wrote this word upon seeing my Against the light series. And it was exactly what I again experienced when we drove yesterday to Taguig at around 6 am.

Taguig, 2013

Behind me where the sun chose to rest its rays was a vast featureless cityscape of mediocrity. Fly to Metro Manila and you’ll know what I’m talking about. Try as I may, I am unable to even romanticize my city of birth in a way that can successfully straddle both truth and fiction like how they do it in movies shot in supposedly exotic locations.

So I turn my back, if only for a moment, to this nagging conundrum and focus my attention to an aesthetic escape of details in an attempt to bokeh out that uneasy truth. Contre jour…

Taguig, 2013

… I am forced to see the other side of what is essentially the same coin.

Taguig, 2013

 

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