Posted on June 28, 2015
Last week I was up near the Vietnam-China border, in Lao Cai, a town better known as the entry point for the mountainous old hill station town of Sapa than for being anything whatsoever on its own. Lao Cai isn’t a tourist town. Most travelers pass through on the bus or train and go no further than the station parking lots, there only long enough to scuttle from one air-conditioned mode of transportation to the next. I was there for a grueling two days, battling bad weather and shifty-eyed smugglers and unhelpful border guards. All for a story on border trade between locals in Vietnam and China for The New York Times. You can read the story in the link. And here are some image outtakes.
Posted on June 11, 2015
Posted on June 9, 2015
It’s always good to look at old photographs with fresh eyes. You find new favorites and new ways of seeing old ideas. And maybe those old ideas become stepping stones for new ideas. I don’t know. I guess I’m just saying it’s nice to look at old images. Time is a great editor. Distance a wonderful tool that we don’t use often enough. So here are a few older photographs. I’ve just arrived in New Delhi, India, for a fashion shoot with Sula Clothing, and I’m trying to find some inspiration while avoiding outdoor temperatures equivalent to low-grade oven settings. Maybe that’s why I’m liking this dusty and faded sun-soaked feel right now.
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.