A New Street Food Column, and Tips for Photographing Markets

Just a quick post to let you know, if you don't already, that I (Robyn) have started writing a column for Wall Street Journal Asia, on Asian street food. The column is evolving week to week -- look for a mix of musings, vendor/dish highlights, observations about street food culture in various countries around the region, food history and more. In my first installment I write about why, when Asia offers so many other ways to eat these days, I still gravitate towards the street.

If there's something you'd like to see covered in the column, I'd love to hear from you! Please leave a comment here, on the EatingAsia Facebook page, or by clicking the tab above the column. And no, this doesn't mean I'll be posting less here.

A couple of weeks ago Dave had his first byline, atop a piece he wrote for ZesterDaily.com on how to come away from your next trip to a market with photos that are a cut above the usual. He's sharing tricks of the trade that he's picked up over the years, and that he himself puts to use when he's shooting markets for publications like the New York Times and Saveur. And he's included a slideshow with examples of how to make light, perspective and time work in your favor.

 

 

Comments

[Julien]

Hello,
The best street food I ever ate in Asia was Mie Goreng in Indonesia. Do you know the original recipie for the delicious meal?
Thanks

[dena ross]

great to hear you have a column!! this blog makes me so happy - a wonderful escape from the realities of the election, hurricane sandy, my paperwork... keep up the tasty work!! i can FEEL asia in your stories...

[Helena]

It is strange, is it not? One would think that moving the street food stalls into malls or under office sky-scrapers, the taste and aroma of the foods would not change. But they simply do. Would be interesting to know why, I think, because we lose so much of our identity when we don't. Won't you say so?

When you said you still gravitate towards the street, I can literally smell the banana-leaf-wrapped nasi lemak, steaming hot in Damansara, at 1 in the morning. Or the kambing soup, the apong, the bubur cha-cha, the shredded-turnip dumplings. I know exactly what you mean! Ahem, before I get too hungry, being a Malaysian and living in Sweden, thank you for sharing your adventures, Robyn, because I get to feel at home reading them, even about places and people I have never known. I look forward to more discoveries, wherever you write.