As my friend said, the BTS in Bangkok is one of the best places for luxurious air conditioning.
I don’t know why, but I love this sequence of this bright, little girl.
This image was the result of my being lost in this weird trap of a neighborhood for two hours. Right before I finally found the exit, I had been following this canal that had appeared out of nowhere. And then this man revealed himself.
One of my favorite moments of this trip, one of my favorite shots.
He’s like the sentry, asleep on duty, to one of the gates of Hell. I found the way to leave this neighborhood a few minutes later.
Before I left my hotel, I scouted out the neighborhood I wanted to explore that day. On Google Maps, it looked pretty simple. Take the BTS to Victory Monument stop, proceed in a northeasterly fashion to the area I was going to explore.
What of course happened, is that I became stuck in this interim neighborhood for almost two hours, sweating my ass off, going down streets that turned out to be dead ends a few minutes later, going into parks that had no other exit but the one I used to enter, jumping concrete barriers to cross highways.
Frustration, copious sweat, and a lot of backtracking.
Such is the life of a street shooter when you try to leave yourself open to chance and whim.
But because of this meandering and exploring, I found some great opportunities and such hidden treasures, some of which made it onto film. A very strong shot which will be posted next, was only possible because I became so helplessly lost on these crazy streets.
Such is the way. Enter a crossroads and like the wandering samurai, toss a stick in the air to see which path to take for the next few hours, the next day, the rest of your life.
This shot below is nothing unusual or worth nothing except for the fact that it was the exit I found, the only way to leave the neighborhood I had been trapped in for hours. I was so elated, I took a shot.
One of the exercises I do whenever I land in a new place is to head to the biggest train station to warm up. Train stations are easy. Lots of people too busy to be bothered with you getting in their faces, a good mix of different types of people, usually good light and cavernous spaces, and lots of graphic elements and compositions to use.
Granted, I am repeating some shots that I’ve taken in trains stations everywhere, but it is still a great first day exercise, a way to stretch those visual muscles.
Boy, things have changed. While in Thailand, I met this model online and we agreed for a quick, informal shoot at night. Sent her the link to my work. When we met, she asked me, “I saw your site and I have to ask: do you really not work with a retoucher at all?”
Brave new world.