On the top of a hill in the north of Thailand, I walk in the street, the kids are playing all day with old toys and fancy dresses. A little girl full of dirt is wearing a bride’s dress jumping of a bunch of bamboos like if it was a trampoline. I started to pay attend to details, I feel like in a giant second hand movie decor.
The old lady of the village refuse to see me. She doesn’t like people taking photos of her and she is bothered by the smell of creams that foreigners put on. Her son told me that the only friends that she’s god are people from the mountains. I did took a photo of her and I did put cream on my hands.
I now review my approach of photography, I don’t want to become addicted to images.