Diwali, rooftop in Varanasi

The Lotus Temple, Delhi

Walking at night in the outskirts of Hanoi, I heard a strange kind of music. It grew louder with each step as I followed it down a busy road, across a small bridge and into a deserted building site. Attached to the shell of an unfinished house, a speaker was playing the sound of a skipping CD to an audience of none. To its side, a giant red flag curled slowly in the mist, as if drifting underwater.


The skipping CD, Hanoi

A storm comes

Mobile phone field recordings from New York, 24 Oct - 5 Nov 2012.

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