I decided to brave the dusk for some outfit photos one day. Taking photos in low-lightingÂ is not exactly my favourite thing to do, even though my camera performs pretty well under such conditions. But what’s a girl to do when she works a day job and is too lazy to get out of bed early for photos, am I right?
We stumbled upon this intensely-lit outdoor badminton court in the neighbourhood. The place was perfect. It also elicited memories of when bro and I used to play it all the time growing up, and of being frustrated whenever a slight breeze changed the trajectory of our shuttlecock mid-air. Later in my twenties I went to play a game of badminton with Senpai (oh man we haven’t been in touch in forever), and she commented on how immobile I was on the court, which made me realise that I’ve always preferred rallying the shuttlecock to trying to get the opponent to lose the point, and that shows in my way of playing.Â 😂
You know how weird a word looks once you fixate on it, and no matter how many times you tell yourself that yes, the word is spelt like it is, years of school drilled its spelling into your head, but it still looks slightly off? That’s what the word ‘shuttle’ looks like to me right now. SchÃ¤ttle. Shuttle.
Outfit photos assisted by Ottie.