At night the streetlight embraces its surrounding, touches the walls then slowly evaporates into the void, leaving you with nothing to hold on to. A mundane alley during daylight hours becomes unrecognizable though strangely familiar. The streetlight becomes a spot of hope in the middle of the night.
Hanoi has been just that for me. In a time where I just could not stand to be where I was anymore, I arrived in Hanoi everything was unknown, foreign but strangely familiar. Hanoi made sense to me, I needed to be here.
To you these images might spring angst and uneasiness because it might feel like the darkness is getting to you, they are a representation of the Freudian uncanny, something familiar yet strange, incongruous, creating a conflict with your experience. I strive in the uncanny, to me they are peaceful, serene.
When I am asked about why did I fell in love with this Hanoi, my answer is always the same: for its light. It’s a photographer’s love story really. Light in Hanoi moves me, foggy morning, dawn in summer time or deep in the night, when I see these types of lights I know I am where I belong.
Driving at night in Hanoi is when I feel the most free, the happiest. Nobody is on the road, I own it and into the darkness I see so many possibilities.