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The alarm went off at 4am. There's a special kind of quiet in the house at that hour that makes you question every life choice that led you to be awake before the roosters. Bleary-eyed, by 4:30 we were out the door, cameras slung over shoulders, meeting up in the still-dark streets of Hoi An before making our way south to the coast. The destination: Bãi Tắm Tân An, a stretch of beach around 30 minutes south of town where, every morning before the sun even considers rising, a fish market comes...

There's a particular kind of chaos in Hanoi that I haven't found anywhere else. It's loud, it's fast, it smells like grilled pork and two-stroke exhaust, and somehow it all moves in rhythm. Every time I think I've photographed this city enough, I find myself booking another flight back and finding completely new streets i have never photographed . This is my attempt to explain why. The Old Quarter, One Frame at a Time If you handed me one afternoon and one camera anywhere in the world, I'd...

I'll be honest with you walking into a Vietnamese market with a camera for the first time is overwhelming. Like, genuinely sensory overload. The smell hits you before anything else. Fish, incense, charcoal smoke, fresh herbs, something frying somewhere you can't quite locate. Then the noise. Then the light this incredible chaotic slant of it coming through gaps in the roof. And then everyone's just... busy. Nobody's waiting for you to get your shot together. That's kind of the whole point....