Share your story. Mention me and use the hashtags #youwearwhoyouare #writ326 #yyj #uvic #ootd.

A video posted by Hugo (@hugowongphoto) on Dec 9, 2015 at 1:35pm PST

My first post for #youwearwhoyouare is my "everyday" shirt that I found on the @lululemon sale rack last year. It's the purest expression of my practical side. I've worn it at least weekly (and occasionally for weeks at a time…) since I got it because it fits so well and is oddly appropriate for so many occasions – at least no one's told me otherwise. It's almost become a uniform, something I don't have to think about. Got a uniform of your own? Why is it your go-to? Use the hashtag and let me know. #uvic #yyj #writ326

A photo posted by Hugo (@hugowongphoto) on Dec 8, 2015 at 10:46pm PST

Next on #youwearwhoyouare is my @themartlet t-shirt. It's a bit threadbare so it mostly stays in my dresser, but I wore it all the time when I started working at the paper in October 2012. I picked it out of a huge garbage bag of leftover t-shirts from NASH74, the student journalism conference held in March of that year notorious for the norovirus outbreak. I wore it through countless story/editorial meetings where I'd be asked to shoot a protest, a game, or a concept shot like two girls scared during a horror flick. As I moved through the ranks, red became a bigger part of the paper's design, so much so that "Martlet red" (aka #dc1e1e) became the office's accent wall when it came time to repaint. Outside of the office, I wore it to Bass Camp, the dearly departed electronic music festival in Shawnigan Lake where I was a keyboardist in my friend's band. It was dirty, there were Christmas lights and glow sticks, and I danced in a forest at night decorated with streamers and Christmas lights while EDM blasted through the campground. I think I also had a crush on someone in a rabbit costume, but anyway… If you have a story, share it with #youwearwhoyouare. #yyj #writ326 #uvic

A photo posted by Hugo (@hugowongphoto) on Dec 9, 2015 at 11:09am PST

Next on #youwearwhoyouare is this @loweprobags Street & Field Technical Harness system, which I wear when photographing protests and sports, and when I want to scare the hell out of people. This modular belt system has two water-resistant lens cases, the optional shoulder straps, a safety whistle on the chest buckle, and multiple attachment points for extra gear (check the GoPro clip on the shoulder). It’s intimidating and bulky, but it is a lifesaver for fast-moving events when the action won’t wait for me to dig through a backpack or messenger bag to find the right lens. It also distributes the weight evenly for comfort. Photo gear is hardly ever pretty, and this is no exception. It gets stares and jeers wherever I go (usually from fellow photogs), but at least I won’t get a droopy shoulder in ten years from an overloaded messenger bag. That said, I do have one — a well-worn Domke F-3x — for subtlety’s sake, but when photojournalism is the first priority, this is what I take with me. h8ers gon h8. #ootd #yyj #uvic #writ326

A photo posted by Hugo (@hugowongphoto) on Dec 10, 2015 at 12:34pm PST

This Hardy Amies suit jacket, made-to-measure for my father in November 1983, fits me like a glove. Our physical similarities (coupled with a resurgence in 1980s styles) have allowed me to wear a lot of the things he used to. It’s inspired a lot of Macklemore jokes, and rightly so, but over time, I’ve realized that this piece in particular is sort of a “costume” for me, something that lets me pretend to be someone else — a better variation of myself. The well-padded shoulders and stiff canvas/haircloth chest piece make me walk straighter. It lets me fit right in at bars and parties where I feel out of place. I’ve always felt like an impostor as a writer because it does not come naturally to me, so this helps (because of course this is what all writers wear…). When I was in a leadership role, it made me look older, which gave me more confidence. The fact that it fits me like no off-the-rack jacket ever could is a big part of it, too. It's a bit anachronistic in its shade and in the shoulders, but it fits so well otherwise that it stands out just enough in a sea of charcoal, navy, and grey. In a sense, I aspire to live up to this jacket, which is odd, because I know these qualities aren't woven into the fabric necessarily, but right now it seems that way. I'll keep it in rotation for another thirty years, so at some point, I'll hopefully solve that mystery. @hardyamieslndn #youwearwhoyouare #ootd #yyj #uvic

A photo posted by Hugo (@hugowongphoto) on Dec 10, 2015 at 7:06pm PST

Some people are surprised to learn that I was a musical theatre geek in high school. I’m not a bubbly person, but the two musical productions I starred in (the other being The Mystery of Edwin Drood) gave me a chance to escape myself and inhabit someone else. I relished it, but The Sound of Music was particularly challenging. I learned to dance (it didn’t last), played the bosun’s whistle (does it need to?), and faced a high school theatre geek’s dream/nightmare: stage kissing — which is honestly the least glamorous thing. I figured that stuff out, but it didn’t change the fact that my "kids" looked nothing like me. When I learned I was playing von Trapp, my race was the first thing I thought of. In case you don’t know, I look NOTHING like Christopher Plummer circa 1965 (or any year for that matter). The people playing the children were mostly white, though someone of Korean ancestry played Kurt, so that was close, I guess? I struggled for days to figure out why I was chosen, and whether I should decline the role because of it. At the first table read, the director addressed this after someone else brought it up (I wasn’t offended because I was just as baffled but didn’t want to say anything). She cited the 1997 version of Cinderella, which didn’t feel the need to explain its multi-racial cast. The matter was officially put to rest, but I never really got over it. I never saw myself as a plausible romantic lead, partly because there were no male Asian romantic leads in mainstream Western media at the time (2009) and partly because I had no personal reference to base my character on. von Trapp was everything I was not. I lost something like seven pounds due to stress alone. When the performance dates rolled around, I was so busy couldn’t think about any of this, which was probably for the best. I heard good things, but I'll probably never watch the DVD to find out for myself. I'm glad I did it, and I'd like to do something like it again, but I think I'm better equipped now. People love Glenn on The Walking Dead. I have a better haircut. #uvic #yyj #youwearwhoyouare #ootd #writ326

A photo posted by Hugo (@hugowongphoto) on Dec 11, 2015 at 2:16pm PST

Next on #youwearwhoyouare is my blue down jacket. It keeps me perfectly warm no matter the weather. What? Were you expecting something profound? #uvic #yyj #ootd #writ326

A photo posted by Hugo (@hugowongphoto) on Dec 12, 2015 at 5:38pm PST