100 days in South East Asia

Cars, pedestrians, scooters, bikes with side cars. All moving as one symbiotic unit. Horns and whistles.. hollars and hellos. Something happening in every single nook and cranny. Like if the space isnt used it will just disappear.

All moving with haste and purpose. Frenetic and metered... Tolerant but not unaware of the thin layer of permanent sweat covering everything. Like so much dust shining.. sunbeams through the slats of an old barn. And power. Power running every which way... Masterfully stolen by modern day circus Robin hoods.En savoir plus