This was taken on one of my off (vacation leave) days when I had to run lots of errands and finish unfinished business. I decided to try out the mustard-colored leather backpack I had scored recently at the thrift shop since I was carrying some stuff and I had to go around Manila and Makati.
Leather backpack, thrifted
Belt, Brave Beltworks
Laceups, Marlboro Classics
Faux leather travel bag, thrifted
I love the idea of the backpack, which is used not used by school children, but also by travellers. Sometimes, when I want to clear my mind and disappear to the world — just letting it pass through me — I ride a public bus ("regular", without airconditioning) very late into the night when they zoom past EDSA (usually from Makati to Cubao, then back, or further when I need more "me" and "quiet" time).
I love the wind, the view of street lights and of the city imperceptibly still, or falling nearly to sleep. During these times I remember my priorities, which have little to do with fashion.
When I am quiet, when I am still and become one with the metropolis — with all its dirt and grime and crime, but also with its lights, laughter, and hope — I am most myself. When I am here but not here, when I am most familiar but also the most distant.
Photos by Gelo Arucan