Sunday, August 31, 2008

The Walking Street Market

Every Sunday night in Chiang Mai, the Walking Street Market sets up in the Old City. It is filled with Thailand's usual mix of old and new, the touristy and the traditional.


A golden Buddha glows


beside my new friend Maggie.


Racks of clothing tempt us:


And lights:


A fellow shopper agrees to be photographed:


Back at home, I contemplate the day's best find:

Absurdly cute rabbit people!

Saturday, August 30, 2008

Favorite Things




This is a strange world, and I am a strange person in it.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

More Words

I'm reading an amazing graphic novel I found on Mike's bookshelf: Shenzhen: A Travelogue From China. You should read it.

It makes me wish I could draw. Then I wouldn't need a camera.

If I could draw I would draw this story:

Since I was a teenager I've had the same black, jaws-of-life hair clip. Every few months, I think I've lost it, but then I find it again. Yesterday I put it in my pocket and rode my bike to the coffeeshop. When I arrived, the clip was gone. I thought, I guess it's really lost this time. I drank my coffee, got back on my bike, went to stores, then lunch. Hours later, I returned to the coffeeshop to meet Fi. And there was the clip, in a puddle on the side of the road.

More pictures soon, I promise.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Just Words

On Sunday, my purse was stolen.

My camera was in it.

Mike is lending me his camera, but I haven't figured out how to use it yet.

To make up for the b1000 that was stolen, I go on several shopping sprees.

Because I don't have my cell phone, I make plans with Fi in the morning.
"I will be there at 2 pm, unless it's raining," she says.

Jeff has warned me that Thai people are notoriously flaky.
Still, I go to the coffeeshop at 1:30; I have nothing else to do. At 2 pm exactly, it begins to rain. I wonder if Fi knows something I don't.

So I'm alone in my favorite coffeeshop listening to the rain.

It isn't so bad.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Colors

Some days there is so much to look at.


Overflowing shops.


Brightly lit bars.


Zoe and Meg sipping cocktails:


And Veronica, smoking:


Even heart-shaped rice:

Other days I stay in the apartment and watch YouTube videos.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Things to do instead of work

Delay at the coffeeshop


by reading The New Yorker from March found in Mike's apartment.


Sigh about the impossibility of ever being being published in the New Yorker.

Photograph the fish outside


opening their mouths to be fed.

Once at work, eat a HUGE avocado:


Photograph a co-worker and her daughter, stealthily:


Walk to the market.

Admire homemade bags


hanging bananas:


Buddhist altar fixings.

Watching the sunset with Fi

It's pink. But the colors don't come through the camera.


We sit on my balcony and talk about boys, bodies, boredom, while mosquitoes bite me to death.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Routines, Part 2



The internet makes me think I will be famous.



Maybe the internet will make him famous too.

Somebody somewhere has a lot to do. Even right downstairs, they have been meeting for hours.

Up here, I amuse myself.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Routines

The days are more familiar now. I know better how to spend a Saturday.


So I take a morning self portrait.


Walk to my new favorite restaurant. Study my makeshift calendar. Try to write

Remind myself how crazy it is that I'm here.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Nightlife


Wednesday. I join Mike and Jeff on their double date. Dinner at an Italian restaurant (I order warm goat cheese salad!). Later, whisky and soda. I hate whisky.


Thursday. Girly drinks with my new friend Meg.


Me with margarita:


Friday. Fi and her crew invite me out.


They put ice in their beers, so I do too.


Her friend is wearing the best leggings:


I like her bag too:


Now it's her turn to take my picture.


And I'm ready to go home.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Window Shopping

On August 12th, it's the Queen's birthday. Work is canceled. I have the whole day.

So I read a Korean fashion magazine from December 2004.


The models in all their layers make me miss winter. I long for mittens, tights, leg warmers.


To cure my homesickness, I go shopping.


I try to recreate the outfit in the window:


The salesgirl is disappointed when I don't buy anything, but she still lets me take her picture. A random man joins in:


Outside, a Hello Kitty bicycle:


Enough, consumer culture! I will read a book instead.