Witnessing the last days of the iconic Sungei Road Flea Market through my viewfinder stirred and provoked something within.
For 30 years, I have never been to nor heard of the market before. Why is it only in its last hours did I feel the urge to pay a visit?
I wanted to use the demise of what was perhaps our last living street heritage as a way to reflect my divided feelings of heritage and progression.
Do I only treasure heritage only when it is nearing its end? Do I really appreciate it enough to ignore modern conveniences of progression? Through my photographs of the 80 years old market, I had hoped to get answers.