Bangkok: The slow rhythm of patience

Had a discussion with a friend of mine about photography and how we use it to interpret what we experience. I told him that very often when I arrive in a city it overwhelms me and to begin with everywhere I point my camera seems to be the wrong place. I said it takes time to slip into the rhythm of a city, to feel its pulse beat in time with mine and then it just becomes instinctive.

Bangkok

Bangkok

Bangkok was like that. An assault on the senses. The smell of petrol fumes fused with lemongrass. The neon and fresh fruit stalls. The hum of the constant traffic. The swell and sway of people always on the move. The welcoming smile and the 100-mile gaze.

Bangkok

Lady boys’ boutique – getting ready for the night ahead

At every turn there was something which got my attention; something which I had to capture in a frame.

Lady boys' boutique - getting ready for the night ahead

Lady boys’ boutique – getting ready for the night ahead

I had not visited the red light district on my last visit to Bangkok, but this time we were brought on a little tour by a Japanese friend.

Bangkok

Bangkok

Impossible to compute it all. The luxury of photography allows time to reflect.

Bangkok

Bangkok

Let the camera see.

Bangkok

Bangkok

Bangkok

Bangkok

The slow rhythm of patience

Bangkok

Bangkok

 

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