I’ve been going to graphic design class after work over the last few weeks. It’s always fun to learn something new especially when it involves using those long lost creative muscles. As kids, learning new things is an exciting part of everyday life. Riding your bike without training wheels for the first time; exploring the wildlife living in your backyard; discovering Motown music at your grandparent’s place; experimenting with … Continue reading Never stop
Pacific Square, Maroubra Junction En route to my bus stop. I didn’t run for the bus that day. x GrandmaAL Continue reading Morning run
I met Zulfikar (or Zulfi for short) at an art sale at the San Francisco Art Institute (SFAI). Amongst a row of tables showcasing the works of SFAI students, I was drawn to Zulfi’s powerful photographs of his home town in Pakistan (that, and his bright floral kurta shirt). As a practicing Hindu, a minority religion in Pakistan, Zulfi often volunteers at shelters protecting fellow Hindus from … Continue reading Everyday People – Zulfi
Argyle St, Millers Point Captured on my commute home from work. Everybody needs a good rest sometimes. x Grandma AL Continue reading Crossroads
Just looking at that bowl of pierogi (Polish dumplings) makes me salivate intensely. They were so damn good, I can still taste the crispiness of the pan-fried dough and delightfully sweet and sour flavour of the fresh cream and plum preserve on the tip of my tongue. One slightly damp morning in Haye’s Valley, we found ourselves at a quaint little cafe called 20th Century , which specialised in … Continue reading Everyday People – Mom
One night my travel bud and I passed by this small, bustling bar just off Divisadero St in NoPa. It had that cool make-shift garage look, complete with tribal skeletons sprayed on the walls. So after a fancy dinner around the corner we found ourselves at El Mercado La Urbano, the casual little brother bar to swish Mexican restaurant La Urbana right next door. We … Continue reading Everyday People – Chris
Cody has a special place in my heart as the first person to ever touch my skin… …with a needle and ink! I got my first one at Black Heart Tattoo on Valencia St in the Mission District, a colourful part of town where beanies, beards and trendy boutiques co-exist harmoniously alongside taquerias, Arabic tobacco shops and a crazy lady who wears lampshades on her … Continue reading Everyday People – Cody
San Francisco was different. Like a kid going to the beach, listening to a band play live or eating an ice cream for the very first time my senses were immersed in everything around me. I was an explorer of a foreign land and the only way I knew how to get under the skin of the place was to talk to its inhabitants. Approaching … Continue reading Everyday people – a series
Spotted this gentleman getting some lunch at the local warung. He looked like a character straight out of a Chinese kung fu movie. Jl. Pluit Sakti Raya Jakarta, Indonesia x Grandma AL Continue reading Kung Fu Master at the warung
We caught buses a lot while we were in San Francisco. Magical places they were; where people of different backgrounds and generations converged and rode in harmony (most of the time). Mums and their kids; hobos seeking shelter; old Chinese ladies with trolleys going to the markets; teenage kids jamming hard on their ipods; Mexican cowboys; hipsters from the Mission. If you want to experience … Continue reading Ode to the 30 bus
The Adventures of Grandma AL 