On our unexpectedly long walk to Bukit Nanas (the jungle in the city where I found the family of Silver Leaf monkeys) we came upon this crumbling street of flats which still bore an ornate plaque dated 1931 and the initials oEs. I am sure that when I was a little girl, this was an elegant flat and a coveted address.
I am always astonished at how the tropics act as a super-aging agent – all that heat and humidity and creeping fauna hankering to reclaim what humans have purloined from the rainforest. The Colosseum in Rome is in better shape than this!
But after photographing beautiful things, I think some of us find our heads turned by the fading, the decrepit, the lingering remnants of days not quite significant to us to be remembered.
This is the courtyard of what would once have been a very fine flat. Abandoned. Actually, it occurred to me that someone is living here still. There’s the power cables overhead, but I notice the front tyre of that motor bike is not flat. The licence plate is not decayed… I wonder what their flat looks like behind the chains and padlock. Hmmm, best to leave that to my imagination…