Osaka

The man behind the deck is Wikileadz. Also known as Maxime from France.

He lives in Thailand.

Did you know the people of Thailand is called the Thais, and the land of Thais are called Thailand.
There is no "Thailand people" or "Thailandese". It's just Thais.

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Siam

portrait

I'm finally using Gel in photography. 

Color photography, at its hardest. One of, at least. 

"Watch your light!" my mentor yelled once. 

T'was the only time followed by "I'm teaching you."

Cody Ellingham, 2017

Color gel was my mentor's "thing" supposedly. 

It's so hard to watch the light. Light is like so fast. 

It was only until recently that I've found out that it was easier to 'watch' the light when it is colored. Literally, that is. 

I gotta watch my light.

It's too late but I wish my light was 10 degrees higher, slightly facing more toward my side.

I gotta watch my light. 

party scene

I can't do this for living. 

But I document DJs. Underground DJs. Local DJs. Your neighbor DJs. 

This is N. 

He is the man behind Singapore's psychedelic underground scene. 

But psychedelic trance became too slow, and he had to go Hitec. (is it Hitec or Hitek?)

The hitec scene is generally 180bpm and Up. Max 220.
When it reaches 190bpm, music becomes impossible to mix with the aid of computers.

"Just chase the music"

N tells me time after time.

"Just chase."

the future

The future is coming.

That doesn't slow down for you.

Spiritualism and religion often say time will come and nothing is ever the same.

Oh yes, that means we live only in now and not then or when. Now.

Let's not waste time, because now happens only now.

look straight. don't sway.

Okay Charles, it's time to sleep. 

Don't worry. It's just all part of it. 

Don't worry Charles. It's time to sleep. 

I watched artist Alex Grey's video art "Tipper" while under influence of what it's meant for.
Bliss, love, thoughts... everything passes by.

End of the video makes me realize every time.
It's ending, it's ending.
Like the day that ends in sleep.

It's ending, it's ending.
"But I haven't done enough"

It's ending, it's ending.
"But I don't want to go"

Don't worry Charles. It's time to sleep.

So I say to myself.
"So look straight, and don't sway"

Don't worry Charles. It's time to sleep.

good night everyone.
see you tomorrow. 

emotion

I wonder where emotions come from. 

We see pictures and it makes us feel something. 

We peek into the eyes and read what's in their mind. 

But we can't read thoughts. 

We speak with eyes and emotions. Vibes. 

We feel. 

True language is psychic. We feel each other. 

Sometimes we peek into our eyes. 

What's in it?

Soul? Maybe something like 'emotion'. 

blurry image

Memory fades.
For better or worse.

Just like us.

How much do we remember? In crisp, photo like sharpness. How much of it is actually real?
To me, memory is like a blurry image.
Sometimes I can't remember people's face.

I look into the viewfinder (that thing you peek your eyes when you're using the camera) sometimes without shooting a frame. I feel that memory fades.

Just like us.