The Journey

Why some places
keep coming back.

The archive shows what was photographed. These are the places that turned out to matter.

A covered walkway runs between heavy square columns towards open sea, with a single distant figure at the far end.

01 · 2024 — 2025

Malaysia

Most journeys start somewhere you don’t know. This one starts in the country I keep coming back to, with a camera I had never travelled with before.

A bank of cloud lit gold by low sun stands behind the tiered spire of a temple wrapped in bamboo scaffolding.

02 · 2024 — 2025

Thailand

I came back to Thailand not expecting much. I had been before and it had never really worked. Then Krabi happened, and a reception desk at Tonsai, and by the end that opinion was hard to defend.

Two monks in orange robes walk along a Luang Prabang street past a black vintage Mercedes in low afternoon light.

03 · 2024 — 2025

Laos

I came back to Luang Prabang after eleven years. This time I stayed long enough to have a job, a gym, a scooter to renew, and roads I no longer had to think about.

A tall, symmetrical building facade rises out of deep shadow against a black night sky.

04 · 2025

Phu Quoc

Four weeks in an apartment, coffee first, the gym downstairs, and the same fireworks every evening. Phu Quoc was okay. The time there mattered for other reasons.

Three round wooden boats lie moored along a stone quay beneath a low grey sky, with black rocks across the water behind them.

05 · 2025

Japan

Japan had been a dream since childhood, and 2019 had already proved it was real. Five weeks on Sado, a round wooden boat and a temple bell in Aichi turned it into something else.