I spent the weekend in scenic Do Son for the annual Do Son Buffalo Fighting Festival, along with photographers Julian Abram Wainwright and Justin Mott. I’m a bit busy right now preparing quotes, photographing an artist’s studio, finding a suitable suitcase for my trip back home and trying to wrap my brain around and sort out some of the things I saw this weekend, but hopefully over the next few days I’ll get more of the photos edited to put up on the blog, along with a better description of the festival and the culture and reasons behind it.
The images above are of the ticket line outside the main gates. Line might be the wrong word to use here. Unsurprisingly, Justin and I never made it to the front of the queue. We didn’t even try.
Wow — if you’d told me it was an angry mob and they were pulling a thief limb from limb I’d have believed you.
I guess they’ve never heard of Ticket Master, right?!
Scenes are similar before cricket matches in India.