I know I haven’t been updating this blog because I’m too lazy. Years 2 and 3 have been an exciting flurry of business (both work and busy-ness). I constantly spew bite-sized thoughts that stream into my mind on Instagram Stories anyway, and I am remarkably easily bored and excitable, so longer, more considered pieces on Blogger aren’t sustainable. I digress. Many exciting life updates! I’m now officially done with my undergraduate PPE programme at King’s College London. I loved every bit of it: the depth, rigour and intellectual intensity of the course, the international student community, the bustling city of London and all the travel opportunities around Europe. Words can’t do justice to the profundity of the experience. In typical Quincean fashion, I milked everything I could out of the three years: went to Cumberland Lodge (for free) as a photographer with the Philosophy Department in Years 1 and 3, clinched the Principal’s Global Leadership Award (PGLA) in my second year (spending
I’m not a writer. I’m not in the Singapore literary scene. Well, I studied English Literature in secondary school and junior college but that’s about it. My primary creative outlet is photography, specifically documentary photography. Yet, I make a point to attend the Singapore Writers Festival (SWF) year after year. And it’s not just me. Hundreds of people show up — students in school T-shirts, old people, families — people who also aren’t in the literary scene. Why is this so? Is it because the written word is more universal than photographs? But we see as much as, if not more than, we read or speak. Certainly, the medium itself cannot account for this observation. As I participated in SWF, I kept thinking about why it seemed more “democratic” than the photographic equivalent – the Singapore International Photography Festival (SIPF). The best art festivals have something in store for everyone. All genres, price points and levels of expertise, from the critics and connoisse