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They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, however as a visitor to Dalat’s old train station, my enticement to buy a souvenir for my son, who happens to love Thomas the tank engine, vanished as hot steam in…
Continue reading“The project is a book in which sale proceeds will be donated to The Global Hunger Project. We are collecting an array of portraits from different photographers around the world. The Goal of this Project: Gain exposure for photographers and the…
Continue readingShowtime. Or so we hope. At the ticket counter they wouldn’t sell us tickets, instead they told us to take a seat and wait in hope. Hope that more than ten souls were willing to spend half an hour to…
Continue readingTalking about Vietnamese fashion, the Ao Dai comes to mind, however, the real deal is something practical and often quite outstanding, in terms of colour that is. How come? Are bright colours the equivalent to the reflective safety vests? Walking…
Continue readingMotorbikes are plentiful in Saigon. Over 4 millions according to travelers websites, and in 2000 alone, 1.4 million units were produced locally and sold. According to a survey from 2008, 26 million vehicles are registered in Vietnam, 95% of them…
Continue readingThe image above was captured on the road from Phu My Hung heading towards district 4. A motorbike carrying building bricks had slammed into a SUV and consequently fell on the road, breaking most of the bricks. Police at the…
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Most people, when asked, would answer that the traffic mayhem that you experience on a daily basis leaves an impression, for better or worse. In the central business district, foreign pedestrians can be observed breaking out in panic and sprinting…
Continue readingI spent two days watching people and capturing the some of Saigon flavours as I left my normal gear behind and went back to basic. One camera and one lens. First out of a small series of blog posts: The…
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It’s super. Music, fashion and passion. Super 8. Kari brought the music and it is absolutely worth listening to “Other people’s stories”. Photographed at Ramsgate beach, England. It was a long train ride, something that you end up missing living…
Continue readingThe rain season is definitely here and this evening was spectacular with the lightning frequency. Almost as strobo flashes going off on the dance floor and the crowd lose itself in the music of (insert your favourite dj here). Playing…
Continue reading1999. My last year at St.Martins. We are heading to New York. The MA students are going and I am the only one from the BA course that can join them. It was a great trip. We visited quite a…
Continue readingThey went on forever And they — when I We lived in Arizona And the skies always had little fluffy clouds And they were long and clear And there were lots of stars, at night And when it rained it…
Continue readingWhat better start on the weekend to pay visits to pagodas and take in their atmosphere. Parking the motorbike in the courtyard and see people walking slowly without any haste is a welcomed relief from the traffic mayhem that goes…
Continue readingSelf. Myself. My self image. My image. Image. Click. One click, that was it. One exposure. He checked to see if I blinked or not. Five minutes he said. Five minutes passed, money passed, images passed. I had four, scissor…
Continue readingSaturday morning. Again we find ourselves at the gates of spiritual wandering, walking through and recalling Papa Legba. Legba.net was the domain name I owned while living in London. Somehow I only ended up keeping madsmonsen.com and now, I start…
Continue readingNow I stand here Where the ocean’s blueness Is without limit The haiku that inspired a trip to Bournemouth, England, and the following examples of Polaroid transfer. Polaroid has been a long lasting love relationship of mine that came to…
Continue reading“A spiritual journey is good for the photographic soul” was the title from one of our previous road trips. The working title I had in my mind for this one was “Riding with Buddha”, however, looking through the images from…
Continue reading“London calling to the faraway towns Now that war is declared-and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls London calling, now don’t look at us All that phoney Beatlemania…
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