It’s funny, I never really think of myself as a wedding photographer, but over the course of every year I end up shooting a dozen or so around Southeast Asia. Mostly couples coming into Thailand & Vietnam from around the world, getting hitched on the beach or on some epic private villa’s sweeping lawn with the ocean as a backdrop. Could be worse. It’s tough for anyone to be in a bad mood on a tropical beach in the middle of Asia. So to celebrate the end of the year and to kind of recap this strange but wonderful little side business that sprung up out of nowhere a few years back, here are some images from the past 12 months. Give or take. From start to finish. Here’s to all of these amazing couples.
King Bhumibol Adulyadej, Rama IX, died a few days ago in his hospital bed in Bangkok, Thailand. I’d just arrived back in town and was immediately sent out by the news wires to cover the events. Crowds wore black and lined the streets to pay their last respects on Friday as a procession took the late monarch from Siriraj Hospital to the Grand Palace. I only managed to catch a small glimpse of the proceedings, which were overwhelming and emotional and grief filled. I don’t really have the words or knowledge to describe the king’s life and the current state of the Thai people, so here are two articles that do a better job than I ever could: an overview and obituary by The New York Times and a nice and thoughtful piece from The Straights Times as well. I’m posting these pics in black & white as a sign of respect and solidarity. Thailand isn’t my home, but it’s a beautiful and deep and complicated country, and I wish only the best for it moving forward.
I’ve spent the last week flitting between villas in Catania and Siracusa on the eastern coast of Sicily in southern Italy, taking photographs for an upcoming Spring/Summer collection with Sula Clothing. I’d spend another week here if I could, but for now it’s back to Bangkok and whatever news awaits me there. Here are a few images from the shoot.
After two weeks traveling up and down the length of Vietnam on an extremely inclusive and wide-ranging assignment for a new tourism initiative, my time here has finally come to an end. I could write thousands of words on this country, but for now this single image will have to suffice. It was my home for seven years and it still feels like a part of me every time I go back. It gets underneath your skin. Or maybe your nails. Or maybe a bit of everything. I’ll save a longer post for later. Right now, I’m tired and I need to pack.