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C/ TIFF IS COMING TO LA!

lady time.jpgI can’t really focus on anything today because I am so excited that Tiff lands in LA tomorrow morning! I could barely sleep last night. We are going to be very busy eating things, walking to things, looking at things, and talking about the things that we ate. There are going to be a lot of photos of tacos, and a lot of selfies in the next few days, so if you follow us on social media, get ready to be bored of us.

Mostly, I am so thrilled that Tiff is coming across the planet to see me. I miss my friend and I can’t wait to make a big embarrassing show about it at the airport in the morning.

OK SEE YOU TOMORROW! SORRY FOR THE YELLY CAPS.

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T / all the pairings

Photo Credit: Tiffany Tsang

I’m listening to the Thomspon Twins as I write this.  You know the song, right?  The one you love to hate from that Adam Sandler movie?  It’s been in my ears all month.  The Psychedelic Furs too.  What can I say? I should have been a teenager in the 80s.

Over the past six weeks, I’ve had the chance to shoot couples. Three couples to be exact.  One newly engaged, another’s wedding, and a ten year anniversary.  Basically, all the best moments.  It was like a biweekly dose of all the oxytocin.  Because you can’t help but get dragged into all the warm feelings.   They should really bottle that and it would fly off the shelves.   I can’t believe these three wonderful sets of people invited me to shoot them at their most private and happy moments.  Can you imagine how awkward it is to shoot people making out?  I even told Corbett and Keiko that I felt like I was an intruder into their space.  It all felt so special in the most creepy way possible.  Cuz, you know – that’s apparently my style.


Patrick and Rose are newly engaged.  They American, but came together on a tiny, far off island in the South Pacific.  Not Fiji, not Micronesia.  Smaller.  A few years, countries and graduate degrees later, they’re killing it and there’s a ring on Rose’s finger.  So on a Sunday afternoon, I got them tipsy on G&Ts and captured all the most wonderful moments.  


You must remember Jojo and Jerome and their gorgeous lives and space in Yangon, Myanmar, right?  Over a year after we met, they wanted me to photograph their wedding.  In Kep.  I couldn’t say no.  And I felt so incredibly honoured that they even asked me, the novice with no wedding experience, to capture this incredibly special moment.  I did it.  I was so relieved to have happy clients.  Their wedding weekend was so fun, special and gorgeous.  I learned so much about what I did right and what I could do better.  And I got to put a wedding on my portfolio.   


I respect and have the utmost admiration of Corbett and Keiko.  So when Corbett, who has the most discerning of tastes, asked me to photograph them to celebrate their 10 official years together, all the feelings happened.  I was mostly terrified.  Would I screw it up? Would the photos turn out too twee?  All of those anxieties turned out to be false.  I could have spent all afternoon with them.  More than 12 countries, three cats, two very successful businesses later, and countless mixtapes later, these guys have it great.  


All photos by Tiffany Tsang. Please request permission for use.  Cait + Tiff are not liable for any sudden desire to snuggle.


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Photo Credit: Jason Lloyd Evams for Ashish via i-D

Hi there, welcome to Wednesday. Tiff is currently buying all of Cambodia for all of California, because she is a wonderful friend. Cait has been filling the fridge full of all the things that Tiff has to eat when she gets here. We are clearly excited to see each other.

Two ladies who have known each other for 37 years and are still killing it.  (Give us some time, we’ll get there)

I am super interested in this article, and feel like we should all be using our super powers more.

Amazing.

I haven’t watched it yet, but this is a brilliant take down of a certain tone deaf ad that just came out.

I like Selena Gomez a lot right now and I am not sure how to feel about it.

When a brand just gets it wrong, shoppers respond.

Do you follow @bustle on Instagram? Stop wasting your life and get on that.

This guy’s podcast rocks.  So does his house.

This is my favorite headline.

I just want to put them on and go for a hike in the desert now.

SO MANY THINGS TO TAKE TIFFANY TO.


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C / how not to see the superblooms

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If you live anywhere near Los Angeles, you are probably tired of hearing people talk about the superblooms. If you don’t have any idea what I am talking about, the superblooms are the wild flowers that are currently in full bloom in the California desert because of the crazy rain the state has had in the past few months. It has been potentially over-documented on social media, and there are just under fifty thousand photos with the #superbloom hashtag on Instagram. As the kids say, it’s a thing.

My LA Yoda, Lila, suggested to drive out to an area, just near Riverside to see the blooms a few Sundays ago. The adventure went as follows.

We had decided early in the week that Sunday morning would be the perfect time to head out. Most people are not early risers, so we figured we might be able to creep in before the thousands of girls in flowy dresses descended upon the fields to look just slightly away from the camera. As it turns out, we aren’t exactly morning people either, so we decided to go a little later, after coffee.

We each had coffee and around 10am, realized that we should probably go to the 11am pilates class, since we both bought the month unlimited class plan, and we are sort of losing money of we don’t go. So we went to pilates.

After toning our cores and lengthening our spines, we had to get ready, and have lunch. By about 1pm, I walked over to Lilas house, because I am always down for some lazy cardio, and figured we would get out of there by 2pm. Well, when I got there, she had the AMAZING idea of going to IKEA, since it’s on the way. It’s not everyday that someone willingly offers to take you to IKEA, so I sat on her floor with that catalog and got to circling things I cannot pronounce. We left her place about 3pm.

We decided on an hour in IKEA, which might be the most ridiculous thing I have ever typed. We spent an hour running through the showroom death maze, and then we were hungry, so we had to have dinner. Why would I even go to IKEA if I’m not having meatballs? By the time we got out of the cave of wonders, it was 6pm, I had $200 less than I came in with, and it was starting to get dark.

We checked the time of sunset, and with 30 min to spare, I drove quickly out to where ever the hell we went. The turnoff was promising, as there were tons of cars and a few ice cream trucks, preying on the weak.

We had a choice of two trails, the one that most people were walking up, or the one that you had to climb over barbed wire to get to, that had some trash on the side. Because I don’t want a bunch of randoms in the wistful photos of myself I planned on putting on the internet, we took the sketchy-looking way. This was not the right choice.

It got dark pretty quickly, and there was about as much trash as there were flowers on our special trail, so we made the best of it by using our “Instagram voices” and being idiots. We stayed for a solid 15 minutes, took some shitty photos, found the spotwhere a bunch of people had clearly laid down to selfie with six flowers, and took off when it got too dark to see anything. What a magical day, nature is truly amazing.

Here are some professional photos of the #superblooms.

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We did a terrible job seeing the super blooms, so please don’t follow my lead if you are into flowers. If you are into being an idiot on a Sunday, this is a very good game plan.

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T / happy monday / le weekend

Photo Credit: Tiffany Tsang

The easy post to do would have been an easy share of this (because I’m at that age where my favourite band now reunites).  But instead I made this over my lunch break.  I had a busy weekend.  But a really great one.  Even if a big ol’ tropical storm got in the way of one of my four photoshoots.  I managed to squeeze in some video of intrepid and amazing Kate (and her tuk tuk!) as well as my friend Adilson and his capoeira partner Ricardo playing their instruments along the Royal Palace in Phnom Penh.  Basically, I had a bunch of curious onlookers for both shoots.  Who be this barang lady driving a tuk tuk? And these ridiculously handsome gentlemen and their fancy fighty moves.  More photos this week. I’ve been shooting everyone.  It’s been a bloody mess.

A Weekend from Tiffany Tsang on Vimeo.


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T / touch me baby

Photo Credit: Tiffany Tsang

So I’ve taken a bajillion photos now.  No I’m serious.  They’re on three different very large capacity hard drives that I’m more than protective about.  My preciouses.  And I’m always telling myself, MAKE PRINTS.  And sure, I’ve given a bunch out as gifts.  But seriously – I haven’t had the time to go and make a collection of the favourites.  Because there are a bunch.  And isn’t it a completely different feeling to look at a photo that’s in your hand or on a wall?  I just love how photos develop so uniquely on different media.  You could even print them on a leaf if you wanted! So when I saw this little video on Artifact Uprising’s new recycled paper printing option, I thought – okay I should probably get printing.

So while I’m at it, I thought I’d share some of my favourite photo printers out there. Printing is hard.  There are so many things to consider and I’ve definitely failed at it before.  These guys are pros, but not just that.  They’re definitely not your drug store nor your big box. They have something to offer for everyone.  I get asked about printing a fair bit, so I thought I’d share some faves today.

Photo Credit: Alpha Smoot for Cup of Jo.

Pinhole Press is my favourite for families.  As Cait likes to say, I shoot a lot of babies, so I love that these guys offer board books! Cuz, you know…drool.  I love Jo’s idea of putting all the family members in them.

Photo Credit: Casey Broadley for Oh Joy (here and here).

Artifact Uprising is for the VSCO generation.  Slightly more discerning.  Lots of curation.  This is exactly where I’d put all the life photos.  But that’s just me.  I dig AU’s attention to detail.  How high quality each production is.  And they do everything from prints to cards, calendars and books.  All with a minimalist and clean aesthetic.

Photo Credit: Chatbooks

Chatbooks is the new kid on the blog.  And I’m telling everyone to get them made.  These guys are for all the photos on your phone or Instagram.  And with prices as low as $8 for your first 30 photos? Of course!

PS – here’s a brilliant tip from the ladies at A Beautiful Mess on how to blow up your prints if you wanna make that pineapple HUGE.


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Photo Credit: Redwolf Tees via Miss Moss

Good morning. It’s sunny and hot in LA, and because it’s the middle of the night in Cambodia, it’s probably dark and hot. Busy week for both of us, and Cait is prepping for the invasion of Cambodian friends next week. You may be familiar with one of them.  Tiff is currently counting 10,9,8….

Temperatures are only rising in PP this month.  Here’s everything I will wear and not wear.

OOOO fancy tops. Fun fun.

It’s self imposed Romper Week, so I’m hungry for this.

I started watching this last week, and now I need 13 wigs.

This wonderful cover has been in my ears all week.

This album has been on non-stop in my house, and it goes very well with candles.

More things I want to wear!  Feet edition!

Maxine Waters is my hero.

Low key Tokyo is exactly what I want right now.

I want dis. Gimme dat.

 


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C / a little Disney magic

castle.JPGI have had “A Whole New World” stuck in my head for days. You know, super normal adult stuff.

It all started last week when a friend came to town for her birthday, and we went to see the new Beauty and the Beast, followed by a trip to Disneyland, on a Monday. It was a lot of Disney, all at once. The movie was honestly pretty fantastic, but I like Emma Watson and am super into talking appliances, so don’t trust my opinion.

At Disneyland, we went on all the fun rides, got fast passes, inhaled churros, and impatiently waited in the never-ending lines. It was so much fun. Fun is great.

I am writing about it because for a while there, I had sort of forgotten about fun. It’s not that I have been living in a deep sadness all by myself or that I don’t smile or laugh or anything, I just sort of lost track of the things that make me feel like me. It’s easy to get lost in the constant mind spaghetti of “figuring it out,” which has sort of been my life the last year. Figuring it out blows, and constantly working on myself and through issues that I don’t really want to deal with is exhausting. Disneyland snapped me out of it.

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I giggled. I screamed on Space Mountain and ducked on the Indiana Jones ride when it felt like there were arrows being shot out of the wall. (It’s apparently just air.) I screamed and laughed and tried really hard to keep my arms up on Thunder Mountain. I insisted we go on the Teacups, because they RULE, and I may have gone a little crazy with the spinning and made everyone sick. Sorry guys!

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Disney is problematic, obviously, especially in the 90’s when most of the movies they put out seemed to be in competition with each other for “most racist and anatomically unreasonable.” (I think Pocahontas won.) I will forever have bizarrely unrealistic expectations for love and cleavage, but those stories are a part of my childhood, and screaming my face off on rides inspired by them was the most fun I have had in a long time.

So thanks for that, Disneyland, and the rest of the Disney movies I have seen this week. It doesn’t matter what they are, mind your business.

PS, I am really proud of myself for not using the phrase “inner child” once in this post.

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T / happy monday / blank canvas

Photo Credit: Tiffany Tsang

This past weekend, I got to visit a place which is about to be turned into something spectacular. I can’t really talk about it in detail now, but I wanted to talk about all the feelings that came with having a a blank canvas right in front of you.  Invited as part of a group of interested persons; stakeholders, creatives, investors, techies and innovators, my ever entrepreneurial, community-building friend wanted us to see all the potential that was just a 10 minute drive from our bubble, in a part of town I rarely, if ever, have been down.

I’d heard about it, whispers, glimpses on social media, for the past couple of weeks.  But then it was, right in front of me.  Asking, begging, waiting to have paint splashed all over it, photoshoots, trampolines, speakers blaring all the beats and creative production.  It reminded me of growing up in Toronto, which, like any post-industrial city, has a bunch of old and abandoned buildings.  It made me think of all the re-purposing that the fossils of industry have undergone of some of the world’s hippest cities.  Not only that, but past sites of conflict, sites of desolation.  Isn’t it disruptive?  The ultimate rebellion to create beauty out of something previously deemed as inconsolable?

Getting to see a place like this opened up all the feelings I needed to keep moving and getting all the work done.  Because once I get rid of this To Do List, I can start playing again, and I know exactly where I am going to do it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So in celebration of place and spaces that beg to be splashed upon.  I give you this white space.  I hope it inspires you to fill it with colour, noise, people and ideas. Because that’s exactly what I wanted to do this weekend. Have fun.


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T / on quiet time

Photo Credit: Alexandra Roberts for She Explores.

Today I did something unprecedented.  I went quiet.  For only ten minutes.  And it was exactly what I needed.  Professionally-diagnosed adult ADHD notwithstanding, I also suffer from millennial noise, side hustle fatigue and chronic sprinting.  The internal chatter is nuts.  And the fatigue is all too real.  So spurned on by Cait’s amazing words on meditation and equanimity, I did it.  I meditated.  I should also mention that I’m the least likely to do this.  Ask my mom.  Calm, cool, collected child I was not.  Even in my moments of rest, there’s a podcast on.  There’s always something.

I am an extrovert with introvert tendencies that I’m not always aware of.  I said yes to too many things in the past month and tried to find quiet time while still doing things.  My favourite is cooking dinner.  But my mind is still running then.  The wonderful ladies from My Favourite Murder are providing me entertainment.  I am simultaneously chopping, cooking and cleaning.  I always have a TV show on while I’m editing photos.  I tell myself I totally have a relaxing pre-sleep routine of silence and reading.  But that’s completely untrue because I’m on Instagram, reading the news and trying to plan a trip.  At the same time.  My brain generally looks like this:

Yup. My brain is your desktop with too many windows open.

It’s probably why I feel exhausted.

And that’s when I was confronted with the best idea ever: extreme quiet.  It means you’re going beyond the noise.  Restoring all the systems and getting your energy back.  And there’s no expensive retreat involved.  It’s like that cabin in the north I’ve always wanted to own. Ever since I started this desk job, I found myself without my beloved nap.  Geez Louise do I miss my nap.  But the moment, I turned on Calm.com, got my breathing under control (I sometimes forget to breathe, which is a recent revelation), and obeyed that Zen of a voice telling me to tune out, I got there.  I felt like I was asleep at my desk without pulling a George Costanza (been there, done that).  It’s a weird feeling.  You’re literally going dark for a little bit.  It felt amazing.  Like I said, I don’t regularly meditate.  Savasana and I are like me and green smoothies.  But I can see myself doing this every day.

Even if you’re not a desk monkey, I recommend it.  I can’t change how I am living at the moment.  But I can at least make it better.  Calm.com even has a series on anxiety, which I cannot wait to dive into.  And in between I can go back to back to all the things, until they get too much.  And then rinse, repeat.  Try it sometime.