There’s nothing more than a narrow strip of concrete pavement separating me from the relentless, oncoming traffic of Ho Chi Minh City. As a safety measure this ‘footpath’ is tokenistic at best, and I stand perfectly still as scooters, cars, buses and cyclists compete for space and momentum. Without care, fear or hesitation, scooters ride up and around pedestrians and hotel guests, riders balancing their lives and loved ones as they whizz by.
In Could you hold this for me? space and time are suspended, and there’s no way of knowing what has been captured within the small square frame until it has fully processed. A moment shared in the chaos, each image delights.
