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<\/a><\/p>\nBut then this whole experience of Foodspotting. I recently came across articles from SFWeekly<\/a> and nytimes<\/a> on this very task.<\/p>\n I take photos for posterity mostly. To remind myself. And suddenly to find myself to take photos to fulfill the requirements of Foodspotting was beyond me!<\/p>\n There were times that it was easy. I masqueraded as a foodie and descended upon photo-taking. It made sense for places like at Bob’s Donuts.<\/p>\n But places like Sebo where we were having the Omakase menu. We were sitting in front of the chef. Would it disturb him that we weren’t enjoying the food? That we were stealing the moment for later? That some food wasn’t consumed right away? And didn’t the menu say “no photographs”? (I was once scolded for photography at Zeitgeist, but that’s a different story and probably different reason). So we asked the chef if we could take a photo of an elaborate course. He laughed and said that it was fine. He asked us if we were crazy foodies and whether we were going to post it online. I felt guilty…and mumbled yes…I am…<\/p>\n But food is love. It’s a way that I communicate with people. It’s sharing the experience of sight, taste, smell. It’s a memory captured perhaps digitized…just as a reminder. I hope.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Before all this (nonsense), I rarely whipped out my camera to take a photo of the food. I have always believed that photos should capture an unique moment. A moment that is purely mine. Something that can’t be duplicated. Something … Continue reading ![\"a](\"http:\/\/farm2.static.flickr.com\/1067\/1473711693_ce1fd4c6d8.jpg\")
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