Airell

Heima means at home, and I am at home, at home with you. You’re my solace, my only refuge.

Being at home means being comfortable, totally naked, with the ability to not bother about how the world looks at you, and how you perceive the world.

Love sure has been an old man’s game, famed writers try as hard to define what this emotional pill to the human life is, however as far as they might try, their words are at best just…

captions to a picture.

I can’t put my finger on where I stand, neither can I put a finger on how far we’ve gone. I know I love you.

I’m with you twenty-four-seven, and boy was that the best time of my 20(almost 21) years of growing up. Catching charismatic albeit a little fierce Al Pacino in his fleeting youth, and stand rooted at Robert De Niro’s beauty, a fetish for old men, came undone when both of us caught The Godfather.

Thank you.

I am uninspired, unmotivated, and limp.

So,

I got my HDD back from Felix, and browsed through my photos I had taken whilst in Beijing for the coffee table book, I realised how my photos were unworthy.

Whatever it is, no use crying over spilt milk. I feel that I lacked a direction, I was lost as to what photos were supposed to be taken. We’ll just leave it at that.

With all that bollocks said, I had one of the best time in my life with Alexis. Photos were bad, but it was all good.

TA-DA!

Your lips, stark,

Violent, and Voluptuous Cherry Red.

Your skin, cream,

Intricate, and Delicate, like Porcelain.

Your eyes, dark,

Perspicacious, and Unfathomable, like the Riddler’s Riddle.

Your voice, intangible,

Somewhat Erudite, yet Ruminative as a Delectable.

Your Love,

Melts the Coldest of Hearts, Stops the Steel of Time.

Hush now,

hold your breath.

Hush now,

count to 10.

It’s all dark, feel it, it’s all dark, take a leap.

Who’s not afraid?

To trust, love, and believe.

Who’s afraid to trust, love, and believe?

Deceit floats, others gloat.

Whilst, I beseech you take me by the hand,

we’ll close our eyes, and realise what we take, and never forsake.

It’s you I’ll never forsake, it’s you and I, and we’ll make things great.

My first roll of 120mm (medium format) turned out surprisingly average photos(I was expecting worse). The colours were vibrant, and the sharpness of it, impeccable. I had 12 exposures in that 120mm, but I only managed to expose 6 of them, whilst Alexis had a total of 9

These are some scans from her roll:

Our purchase of these no less than wonderful cameras might have been an impulse, but this brings me most pride to say that in the end, this will be the best mistake that I’ve ever made.

Crazy enough, whilst browsing through hives of camera shops, Chinese conman and Chinese businessman alike, were beckoning us into their stuffy and musty stores. All that effort wasn’t needed anyway. We knew what we wanted, but it wasn’t a film camera.

And of all the shops in Beijing’s “Camera Market”, we ended up in a 2nd hand camera store, as our eyes flirted with dozens of antique second-hand cameras of all sorts, Hasselblads, Leicas, Rolleiflex, and whatnot, our eyes landed on two quaint-looking TLRs enjoying far too much of their time upon the shelves, as they say, the rest is pretty much history.

The attraction was mutual and nonetheless devastating, it was love at first sight.

All that having said and done, pictures was from a dinky, almost-medieval-looking-80-dollar(400 RMB) Twins Lens Reflex(TLR) camera, Seagull, or affectionately known to many as 海鸥.

She walks only with me.

No hesitation, no delay, she comes on just like Special A.

You are everything I want, ’cause you are everything I’m not.

Some form of introduction to the girl who has my back, and I, in turn, have hers.

She b my baobao, and for her a million times over.