16 December 2008
This grandma in Siem Reap is preparing one of the many mysterious (to me) pastes (or paste-like food thingies) of Khmer cuisine.
One of the few old women with long hair, I observe.
There are loud sounds made by the heavy knife coming down on the chopping block, punctuated by the thud of pat-pat-patting. She also makes steady conversation with the people around her, and dotes on any of the curious dogs who hop on the bamboo slats.
Palm leaves make for labor-intensive but free, beautiful, and 100% biodegradable packaging. The woman said it was pakaskas , a snack made in...
Yep, I'm still here. When I first moved to Poblacion three years ago, everything felt exciting. It was gritty, which I like. I know, ...
Since moving out of the periurbs and into the real-urbs, I've seen a greater level of spontaneous industry. The density of people here ...
Table cover made with politico propaganda tarpaulin. The rubber stamp maker is a fixture in Manila streets. They are the unsung heroes o...
Little guy in barong, little ochre lady. ... this little trophy and sports shop in Raon, Quiapo. The display table outside is lined with ...