Pinch me, I’m beautiful
Late lunch by the banks of a slow-moving river
Who says that there’s no glamour in selling street food?
I am going to hector you until you break, you flunky!
Zen and the art of selling nothing
Who’s a pretty boy?
Sometimes i lie here and think, and sometimes I just lie here.
Blind man’s blues.
At dusk the main street of Pai, North Thailand, comes to life in a menagerie of buskers and vendors, tourists and hawkers. Sizzling aromas share the air with the sound of laughter and banter in two dozen languages. The colours are so vivid, what else can the photographer do but shoot black&white?