All photographs by Edric L. Chen unless stated otherwise.
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Installation by Jean Marie Syjuco.
Nature’s Spring water and Boysen paint at 1335 Mabini.
The work space is a work in itself.
Chanel pumps as a decorative piece.
How could I ever forget.
After hearing him talk about the importance of sticking to one’s creative process, my respect for him has greatly increased. As a kid growing up, I used to just think about ‘cool.’
I used to loop the songs Bamboo sang. I didn’t know much about what he went through back then. I would occasionally get to photograph him while he performed on stage much later, like what is seen above. I never expected today would come.
The artists I used to listen to as a kid seem to echo what I believe in about work. I’ve met and encountered two of them now. It is an exhilarating thought. Was it fate that I gravitated to them when I was younger?
I am the odd one. My excitement does not come from hearing my favorite musicians perform my favorite songs on stage because I could always listen to those songs privately. It comes from hearing them talk about what they went through to be where they are now. I love hearing them tell their stories live and unedited.
My life feels like an unfinished circle slowly finishing itself.
I am the ‘N.’
In the bushes with Kim.
An exercise in framing.
Once upon a time with Tahti.