Light control
Orchard Road empties from the top down. By a quarter to midnight, storefronts have started pulling their shutters, glass gone dark over displays that glowed all day. Escalators still run. A few people drift toward the Somerset MRT with shopping bags softened at the handles, while red tail lights smear across the wet glass outside.…
Finding Apollon AM-Bar on the First Floor The first floor of Orchard Plaza’s dining oasis is quiet in that way old shopping centres go quiet at night. The bright shops of Orchard Road felt far away by the time I found unit #01-29. Inside, there isn’t much room. A counter, a handful of seats, staff…
It’s past eight, and the lingering heat warms the pavement. A grill flares beneath bare bulbs, smoke rising as a vendor fans the coals. Satay skewers sizzle, coins exchange hands, and the queue shifts, a fleeting moment in the vibrant night market in Singapore. Most visitors miss this dynamic scene. They arrive ready to photograph…
6ix 6ix After Midnight Cuppage Road goes quiet after the dinner crowds thin out. The shophouses along Cuppage Terrace dim, Cuppage Plaza rescinds into darkness, and the street holds only the low hum of a few late cars and the occasional figure walking home. Then there is 6ix 6ix, spilling warm light onto the pavement…
The first time I tried to photograph nigiri at a proper counter, I ruined the piece. I fussed. I tilted the plate. I leaned back for a better angle, checked the screen, tried again. By the time I actually ate it, the rice had cooled and the fish had warmed, and that careful balance the…
I nearly walked into Cuppage Plaza by mistake. That’s the thing people get wrong about Al Capone’s. It’s not inside the plaza at all. It sits a short walk away at 37 Cuppage Terrace, along that covered open-air stretch where the tables spill almost onto the walkway. I found it by following the sound first.…
The first nasi lemak picture I ever loved was a failure. It was past midnight, under the harsh fluorescent stall light buzzing overhead, and I had shot the plate straight down the way everyone tells you to. When I looked at it later, everything had melted into one flat surface. The rice, the sambal, the…
The first time I tried to photograph a bowl of ramen at Cuppage Plaza, I nearly gave up. My broth had a shiny white blob on it, the egg looked grey, and the whole shot felt like a hospital cafeteria food photo. I sat there frustrated, soup going cold, wondering why my food photography never…
I’ve spent many nights exploring Orchard Plaza’s vibrant late-night food scene, capturing the warm, honest atmosphere that emerges after most of the city sleeps. Over the years, I’ve sampled nearly every supper spot in this slightly worn but charming building. Some places came and went, but three have remained my go-to late-night haunts, plus one early-evening…
If you want to understand Singapore izakaya chefs, or photograph them honestly, you have to stop seeing these places as only casual drinking spots. This guide walks through how to observe, respect, and capture the people who keep Singapore’s izakaya scene alive long after the office towers go dark. Discover the smoky rhythm and masterful…