Light is Black and White is Dark

Written by Maurizio “Mau” Vagnozzi

Back to Singapore, I cannot resist from spending time walking around my favorite wet market inside Chinatown Complex, where the Monochrom can express its best and she (yes, my camera is female) helps me to shape and frame memories.

Light is black here, and White is dark.

Humans are moving around the stalls in a dynamic continuum, where the transactional part of grocery shopping is only a minimal part of the experience. Languages are a localized version of Mandarin, adding the spice of Malay expressions, but English is also tolerated when a big bald guy with a camera in his hands is moving around the stalls.

Chinatown Complex – Singapore

I’m always amazed by hygiene and the total lack of any smell: regardless we are far away from the standard of large western super markets with their aseptic kilometers of shelves, the rules of food preservation and overall clean environment are applied (also strongly enforced by local authorities).

Prawns are tempting, but I have to remember my flat is not anymore at walking distance on Mosque St. and the luxury of my own food is not an option anymore here in Singapore.

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Maurizio “Mau” Vagnozzi

It has been more than fifty years since I began traveling across the world — and the seven seas — for work or for pleasure, always with a Leica M camera close at hand. The camera has never been an accessory; it has been a constant companion, a way of observing, remembering, and making sense of the places and people I encountered along the way. I started keeping this kind of journal some time ago, not as a diary in the traditional sense, but as a space where images and words could meet. This is not a publication driven by schedules or algorithms. At times I disappear for long stretches; then, inevitably, I return with semi-regular updates. Publishing, for me, is a mirror of my state of mind and emotions. It follows my rhythm, not the other way around. You have to take it exactly as it comes. Every photograph you see here is mine. They are fragments of a life spent moving, looking, and waiting for moments to reveal themselves — often quietly, sometimes unexpectedly. This blog is not about destinations, but about presence. About what remains when the journey slows down and the shutter finally clicks.

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