“Slowly and with deliberation, the watchmaker practices his gentle craft and tames the tyrant of the modern era.” This is a striking view (if you’ll pardon the rather esoteric pun) from Malaysia, courtesy of Lyan, who’s feeling imajicated. She says, “This photo looks rather vintage to me… I only saw antique clocks like these in my grandma’s house.” Lyan is still pretty young, and she doesn’t understand is that old dudes like me and the watchmaker are perfectly content to keep doing what we do, and eventually become part of our collections. Also, the door and the spray-painted address number are a dead giveaway that this watchmaker works in a modern industrial district, and these aspects make the photo all the more an important commentary on modern life.
I do have a quibble with the stamp she used, showing traditional Malay costumes. The costumes cover up the women and expose the men, while everybody knows you’re supposed to do the exact opposite. Am I right, people?