Surprisingly perfect. Watching a hawker centre vendor switch fluently between languages mid-order was like poetry in motion—and don’t get me started on the $5 meals that tasted like fine dining.

With its pristine streets, rich history, and infrastructure that felt eerily similar to London (for very colonial reasons), Singapore blew me away with just how well it all worked. This collection captures the clean lines, the cultural intersections, the quiet order—and of course, the sweat behind the lens.

“Come for the food, stay for the infrastructure... leave because your shirt is soaked through by 10 a.m.”
Also, shoutout to the Merlion: part lion, part fish, all vibes.