EVERYTIME I CLOSE MY EYES,
I CAN SMELL SUNDAY. THE SMELL OF SUNDAY IN MY HEAD— CONSISTS OF JASMINE, PANDAN, AND MILK.
EVERYTIME I CLOSE MY EYES,
SUNDAY AFTERNOON COMES TO MIND. SOMETIMES WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES,
THERE IS ONLY WHITE NOISES.
THE SUNNY SIDE OF MY SUNDAY IS NOT ALWAYS BRIGHT— AND MY WET SUNDAY IS NOT ALWAYS GLOOMY. EVERYTIME I CLOSE MY EYES, I SEE MYSELF TRACING SUNDAY.
THE SUNDAY IN MY HEAD IS ALWAYS SUNNY; RARELY IT RAINS. WHEN IT RAINS ON SUNDAY, I AM REMINDED OF SCHOOL UNIFORM; SWEATY AND STICKY, BUT IT IS STILL SUNDAY.
EVERYTIME I CLOSE MY EYES, I SEE SILHOUTTE OF MYSELF. EVERYTIME I CLOSE MY EYES, I SEE MYSELF LEAVING TRAILS.
SUNDAY BREAK
Fashion director and stylist - SYAN LEUNG
Photographer - Lyle Chan
Makeup & Hair - KAHO CHENG
Model - SINZIANA COZORICI