Chloe in Wonderland

The Great Pretender

admin — Mon, 05 Apr 2010 01:01:17 +0000

Santorini is a not a real place. It’s beautiful, in a way that you don’t think it’s real. The buildings, the houses, the volcano, the land, the grass, the blue-and-white - everything is so pretentious. People love it - for its blue-and-white, legends, history, myths, gods and goddesses. People (especially) from the far east are crazy for it.

Santorini is perhaps a hungry cat to me. Seductively it attracts people with its beauty and myth - for those who live and stay there (even just for a day), one day it will open its mouth and swallow everything and everybody but leave no trace. Again.

Visiting a place like Santorini worries me. When everything you see with your eyes was imported from outside world, nothing seems natural anymore. And that, it disturbs me.

The one who reads a lot

admin — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 02:07:42 +0000

In Ubud, I met this little girl going to school in her uniform on my way to paddy tracking. I took this photo in thunder speed as she was so shy that she wouldn’t slow down for me.

When I saw her, I thought this is what I haven’t seen for so long. I just adore simplicity and modesty, and I simply love people with knowledge, not from books but life experiences. I’ve seen too many clever people with knowledge, but I slowly getting less and less impressed by them at this age of my life. I slowly realise the one who reads is so senseless, unreasonably snobbish, constantly showing off, and started to actually looking down on them. I think these people come lower than people who don’t read.

Why don’t you impress me?
(smile)

The kind of protection

admin — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 22:58:08 +0000

In front of Angkor Wat, I was moved by the way the boy who took the sculpture as his protection when it was raining. His eyes said million of words, perhaps no language can translate it perfectly.

I love this photo, not because of its beauty nor his belief in an intelligent but fiery creature from Buddhist tales. It was in that very moment, I finally found my long-lost direction.

The light ahead

admin — Thu, 04 Jun 2009 01:36:31 +0000

It’s the complete darkness I am in now. The absolute darkness. Summer is coming, here we have longer day. I appreciate everyday and every moment though not everything I do. In Marrakesh, I walked in many dark alleys, and each of them lead me to a bright end.

If it’s going to be the same. I hope that’s a leading light.
I just need some time to myself.

And I don’t know what is it about, therefore I am in the darkness.
The biggest problem in one’s life is, she can’t even tell what’s wrong in her life that she doesn’t like.

The Big Big Tanneries

admin — Fri, 22 May 2009 05:49:10 +0000

Tanneries in Morocco was listed as one of ‘the worst job in the world’. Hundreds of families have been sharing this tanneries in Fes for centuries and the process of leather tanning has never changed. If you stand high up on one of the roofs overlooking the tanneries, the awful smell makes you wonder, who wants to be down there?

No one, but us.

because this world is a big big tanneries. It doesn’t matter where you’re from, who you are, what do you do, once you’re here, you’re be polluted, you’re be dyed, you’re be soaked with beautiful lies, you’re be changed without a choice.

And you are not given a choice here.
And you don’t even have time to think about it before it happens.

The begining of Journey - Lust

admin — Sun, 17 May 2009 22:29:40 +0000

Morocco is a place with everything. Colour, animals, passion, warmth, lies, simplicity, mysteries, love, lust, hate, smell, sights, light, darkness, desire, dreams, greeds and appreciations. A trip to Morocco is like a walk in someone’s life. Someone who is complicated yet plain, lovable yet cold; perhaps also someone who always pick the hardest way to live. For example, me.