What began as a month became thirteen days and change. Truncated by forces beyond our control, compressed into something more urgent and precious. In those stolen days in Singapore, I photographed two parallel truths: how I see her, and how we exist together.

The portraits of her, shot in color on a Leica, capture not just a person but my entire relationship to a place that only exists for me through her presence. She is both herself and my Singapore, the reason I cross an ocean, the reason a city has meaning.

The photographs of us together, taken in black and white on a Yashica T5, document how we make the most of finite time. Shot on film that mirrors the slow rhythm of long-distance love, seasons of waiting punctuated by precious moments, these images capture evidence of a world we create when distance collapses.

Presented as diptychs, these images live side by side. Distinct yet inseparable, internal and external experiences of the same love. One series shows how I carry her when we’re apart; the other shows who we become when we’re together.

This is a simple love letter, written in two languages of light.

13.1 days. Singapore, 2025.