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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....

Fifteen years on and Hong Kong's iconic red taxis haven't changed a bit — and that's exactly the point. There's a moment, stepping out of Hong Kong MTR into the wall of humid air and noise, where everything hits you at once. The signs. The crowd. The smell of something frying somewhere close. And then, cutting through it all, a flash of red pulling up to the kerb. We first saw them fifteen years ago when we visited on our honeymoon, tumbling out of the airport into a city that felt like it...

How a Grab bike detour turned into the most honest morning I've spent with a camera in Vietnam. Sometimes the best photographs come from the plans you never made. I was on a Grab bike headed into Hoi An Old Town this week, itinerary set, locations scouted, intentions firmly in place when something out the corner of my eye made me say stop whilst on my Grab bike. Cho Tan A Market. I'd never heard of it. Hadn't planned for it. But even at 30km/h, the colour and movement bleeding out of the...