Little Tutu Angels :-)


When a friend invited me to a photo session with the kids who attend her ballet lessons, I immediately said yes because I love kids, especially when they’re doing everything cute for me to adore them.

At Talah-Tales last Sunday afternoon, it was like all hell broke loose with little girls in endearing tutu dresses running here and there and screaming so loud.

I laughed because I know two of the girls: Celine, the daughter of my friend Vicky, who works at the Palawan Electric Cooperative; and Jade, my goddaughter by Clyde and Dacs, who’s grown so pretty.

Jade was in a violet-fuchsia pink tutu, while Celine was in a spritely white one — both look so, so, so pretty — I just can’t help smiling at their amusing behaviors — they melt me 🙂

Here’s what I did with their photos. There’s a third pretty girl; too bad, I miss her name.

Seeking by Contemplation


Akiko Pria, our model in the recent shoot for the Amorsoloesque Workshop with Maricris Fabi Carlos in Las Piñas, Manila. Edited using the Chiaroscuro technique. Texture employed as background of the photo is from

Prenuptial: Myra+Gerard

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Back in 2012, I participated in a prenuptial shoot at U.P. Diliman for Gerard and Myra. Out of 50 photographs or more, these are the only ones I like best.

Myra and Gerard are now happily married. These are first prenuptial photos I have ever taken, and I wish to share them here 🙂 Cheers!

Playing Footsie with Quiapo


Many years ago, Quiapo was downright dirty — covered in filth, and wet everywhere even if it was high noon. Today, that has changed a bit \O/

Last April, there was no reason for me not to enjoy the photo walk with my friends. I wasn’t even scared of pickpocketers, or brawlers, or those who’d grab you by the arm to force you to buy something from them. Or kids begging for coins with their grubby palms.

This is not to badmouth the place, this is merely telling the truth about what it was  years ago. Right now, anyone going there can be happy to some extent that it has changed.

And with none of those… I thought I’d play FOOTSIE (hahaha!) with Quiapo.



Flowers from photography of long ago and present. Just sharing this with everyone, who love flowers like I do 🙂 Too bad I don’t know their names.

Strokes of Serendipity

If these photos do not qualify as street photography, then I’ll just call them “strokes of serendipity.” Serendipity because they’re in front of my camera, and they’re agreeable situations I didn’t seek but found interesting.

The worst thing they’d be called is “POVERTY PORN” since a street photographer is not supposed to take photos anymore of  people (or scene) in dire situations.


I was unable to imagine my reaction when somebody described my street photo “poverty porn” in one of the SP group sites on Facebook 🙂 I thought “Wot?”

And I thought “poverty porn,” according to Journalists for Human Rights, is “documentation of poverty for profit” since images can convey “powerful messages and can engage” people “deeply and personally, especially in vulnerable moments.” Iba pala?

Even if you’re not peddling your photo to make profit, it can be labeled “poverty porn?” But hey, that’s from a human rights journalist’s point of view.