I've lived in the Philippines for the past 28 years and if there is one image that stands out it has to be this one—religion and basketball, almost one in the same.
I say never let a raining day stop you from making images, in fact, I look forward to the opportunities they bring. This was just a 5 minute walk from the house, Ayala Triangle Garden photographed in the late afternoon.
Ahhh, the smell of freshly cut hair with a dose of carabao sweat lingering in the background. All this place needed was a bottle of Old Spice or Aqua Velva and all would be sweet. There's nothing like having ones hair cut or a shave in the boondocks. Where manly men go and men who are not afraid to be in the company of other men. A place where 50 pesos goes a long, long way. I love old school barbershops and the men who work there. I remember once getting a shave. The guy must have thought I was one tough hombre. No water, no shaving cream, just a straight razor and a smile. I winced, a bead of sweat rolled down my face that acted as my beard lubricant. The killer though, at the end, was he brought out his trusted jar of Vick's Vapor Rub and massaged my face into a frenzy, I cried like a baby. Film: Kodachrome 64 Olympus OM-1.
It never ceases to amaze me, even after all these years of living in the Philippines, that one can find many hidden treasures. One day, I found this stylish horn section wailing away down on Roxas Blvd. Note the improvised horns. Film: Kodak EPP shot with a Olympus OM-1.
Happy New Year!