Posted on May 24, 2015
I’m off to Tokyo for a few days for a friend’s birthday. Very excited to get lost amidst the wires and alleys and skyscrapers and general chaos of the city. This photo is from a few years ago, in the Harajuku neighborhood. Just a simple street shot. This will be my fourth time to Japan and Tokyo and it never feels less exciting than the first.
Posted on May 18, 2015
Posted on April 27, 2015
Hanoi was always an easy place to love. A sense of history and a culture that slowly but surely began to embrace change and modernity. Chaos and charm in equal measures. A coldness that opened to warmth at the smallest provocation. Crumbling walls on ancient temples and less ancient French villas. Smiles and leers and sideways glances. Streets that smelled of petrol and burning things. Wet markets where the din of the street sellers drowned out most other conversation. At times the capital would be plagued by gray skies, but when the sun broke and shone and lit up all the yellow walls like so many gilded golden aisles, there was nothing more magical.
I lived in Hanoi for seven years and I wouldn’t take back a single moment. But now there are other cities and horizons to explore. Other towns to unearth and get lost in. Other countries to discover just as intimately as the one I’ve called home for so long now. So here’s an ode to Hanoi. A song for everyone. A long and winding visual journey through my time there. I’ll miss it but maybe you only ever miss the things you hold closest and most dear.
Posted on April 14, 2015
For all of my travels in Southeast Asia, I always come back to Vietnam. It can be hard to pin down at times, what exactly I love about it. A certain kind of madness and awkward beauty maybe. Its unhinged chaos barely concealed beneath a veneer of wide-eyed youthfulness. The filth, the fun, the fleeting remembrance of recent history. Absolutely mind-bogglingly delicious food. Everything and more really. So it’s always exciting to have an assignment in one of the nation’s major cities. To traipse around with a camera in my hand and a loose agenda and nothing but crowded roads and plates piled high before me. So for now, here are some images taken on assignment with Singapore Airlines, for their inflight magazine. You can see the published story here as well: Ho Chi Minh City’s Hot Neighbourhoods.
Posted on April 12, 2015
Vibrant, fragrant, and frenetic, the alleys and laneways of Little India pulse under the sun of a Sunday afternoon. Men gather to watch television outside, women walk through the shops lining Serangoon Street, and the roads and markets surrounding the BTS station are thronged with what feels like an entire nation of people taking the day off. Crowds gather in small patches of grass and on cement benches and behind houses. People elbow their way through Mustafa Center. The din of a thousand conversations emanates from every outdoor restaurant. The smells of freshly rotting fruits and vegetables and tempered spices and things on fire fill the warm humid air.
I’m drawn to the shop fronts and sidewalk vendors, to the men yelling and smoking outside of gold shops. To the young children in colorful saris being carried along by their mothers on one errand or another. To the man crafting betel nut leaves like an art form. The call to afternoon prayer over the loudspeaker at Sri Veeramakaliamman Temple. The devout hunched over in meditation. The woman filling lemon rinds with wax to use as candles for the altars.
Little India feels overwhelmingly like a sum of all its parts. A chaotic rainbow of colors, scents, and sounds. Take one thing away, and the authenticity starts to fade. But as it is, it’s unlike anywhere else in Singapore. A neighborhood completely made of its own design, marching to the strange dissonant beat of its own weird drummer. And that’s a beautiful thing to see and experience, especially on a Sunday afternoon, camera in hand, with absolutely nothing to do but wander and get lost in the beautiful madness.
Posted on March 17, 2015
Saigon. Kohima. Singapore. Luang Prabang. Shanghai. Phonsavan. Hanoi. Bangkok. Danang. Nha Trang. Dali. Hong Kong. And everywhere else not pictured. I’ve fallen in love with every city, town, district, collection of huts in the middle of a vast unknown landscape I’ve ever visited. The world is a large, complicated, beautiful place. Go forth.
Posted on March 3, 2015
One of my favorite clients, INK Publishing, is running another spread with my photos in Tiger Air’s inflight magazine this month. From a Japanese-run pizza joint in Saigon that may make the best pizza in the world. Seriously. Pizza 4Ps. They grow their own vegetables on a farm in the Central Highlands of Vietnam, and make several of their own cheeses as well, including a burrata that adorns their signature dish. Plus the chef studied in Italy and the owner is one of the friendliest people in Ho Chi Minh City. Go there.