Expat life. If there is such a thing, my half-a-week in Singapore, was precisely that. No sybaritic luxury and champagne breakfast; rather, restaurants on the East shore park, coconuts, cab rides even to do one kilometre and the shuffle heat-aircon-heat-aircon-pool in the condo. It smells boring, yet it’s a life that takes surprisingly little effort to adapt to. I’ll be back on the topic, but in the meantime here are a couple of snaps from the artificially-coloured corner of the city dedicated to “ethnic authenticity”.
Beautiful artworks. I know that heat-aircon-repeat shuffle well.
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Thanks! It gets pretty easy quickly, doesn’t it?
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Wow, I never knew Singapore had interesting street art, or any street art at all, considering their harsh punishment for littering. Looking forward to your expat musings.
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Yes, I was surprised as well! It’s an area next to Little India, where I guess locals can be “creative”. Under supervision, though.
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I love (being sarcastic) how people appropriate formerly organic things like street art and make them a show of any kind of “authenticity.” I appreciate street art, perhaps even the somewhat sanitized form over the truly authentic tagging and scrawling, but it seems to be taking it too far when it is supervised! I guess it’s a step in the right direction …?
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Well, it seemed to me that everything, in Singapore, is accurately staged and organised… so not much of a shocker to see that “street art” also toes the line!
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The artistry is beautiful in the murals. Looking forward to your thoughts on the area locals and exactly how a place dedicates itself to “ethnic authenticity.”
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Thanks! Thoughts coming along, it won’t be long. 🙂
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