I belong to Cubao. No other place gives me a sense of being at home. In Cubao belongs my past, and my present. And maybe my future.
Cubao is indeed a place of utter contradictions. On one part is the new Cubao, as represented by the newly-built Gateway Mall and the new condominium buildings. But on the other part lives the old Cubao, as represented by the old familiar establishments as Ali Mall, the old Bus Terminals, the dilapidated arcades, and the side streets filled aternately with houses and bars.
Now, I take you on a tour to the Cubao that I know, the Cubao of my childhood, and the Cubao of my future.
My portraits in this series are all par below what a professional photographer could do. And maybe some images may not take your interest, such as the photo of a spilled softdrink can in a dark alley, or a scavenger dog digging the garbage, or a man pictured peeing in the public urinal.
This is what I know as Cubao, and this is what I want to share with you...and maybe through this you will have a better knowledge of what Cubao is like.
I am not a professional photographer, and my pictures lack dramatic compositions, the accepted rule of thirds, or other accepted norms of photography.
But I will let you see Cubao from the eyes of one who has been living with it....But in the end I hope you will realize that I, too, have also acquired a personality of Cubao.
Trying to make a kumot out of his shirt
sensed he is being photographed. I walked away immediately.
Farmer's Market, a few minutes before closing time
oil to learn the strategies of the game.
entrance fee, and you get to see two movies. What a bargain!
left-over foods..shot near Stanford street
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