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Avenida Rizal 12:15 a.m., I was sitting in one of the quaint little cafes of Manila downtown, trying to empty a little cup of black coffee that somehow regenerated my weary soul after photographing some of the ugly and sickening sceneries of urban street living.
The street sleepers that I have photographed earlier have somewhat shaken my notion of portrait photography. These are not fun to shoot: there are too many sad and disturbing sceneries: old neglected people, beggars, stow-aways, garbages, orphaned children, ill and disabled people. Yet, these scenes revealed the true meaning of photography: to expose what the human eyes neglect to see. We knew these things exist, but we need the photographs to somehow prove they do really exist.
Just imagine how difficult it would be to sleep in the grimy sidewalk, under a hard makeshift bed made of flattened cardboard box, without the comfort of pillow or blanket to protect against the cold and the insects, and without a roof and walls as protection against the elements.
Too poor to buy even a cardboard box
Lolo used the sidewalk step as a pillow
Sleepless
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