Before I go on singing Charles Trenet's Que reste-t-il de nos amours?, a song I've always fancied to sing my heart out to on karaoke but thats a major impossibility ici à Manille. D'ailleurs, the title of this post was lifted from a line from that song. Moving on, I was probably six when this photo was taken. This was taken at some ice cream parlour à Masqate, where I spent a part of my childhood. So, it's rather quite amusing to look at this photo now and see myself as the boy who cared nothing more than glace vanille, dinosaurs, sketch books and crayons, and pets he could fill the household with. But then things changed when I started to discover the importance of Saint Laurent to one's garde-robe, the pleasure of Jo Malone colognes, André Téchiné films, and a few countless other things that led me to who I am now.
Photo: Gian Cruz.