I’m an incredibly plugged in person. From the moment my alarm goes off at 7am right up until I turn the lights out at 1am, after another inevitably late night, I am never without some kind of electronic device. I use my phone to communicate, my kindle to read, my Mac to work and the internet to look at videos of Raccoons doing cute things on all of these devices.
I love photography. I have a collection of coffee table books on the subject, I spend hours pouring over fashion magazines rammed with glamorous and interesting images and I love a nosey on Instagram (who doesn’t love photos of random peoples brunch?), but i’ll let you in on a little secret- I am terrified of my camera.
In the hot and sunny cultural melting pot that is KL, urban financiers sway together with pseudo-punks in crowded trains, yuppy jazz bars operate alongside foot reflexology centres manned by Burmese immigrants, Cosmopolitans readily available beside coconut water – one haram; the other halal.