There is an irresistible feeling of taking out my old Iphone for a shot of these little things around this crowded and messy city, where I am surrounded with all kind of parallel electricity cable.
My city, Ho Chi Minh City, which I would love to call Saigon, is half modern, half traditional, and is on its way to go somewhere. I don’t know yet where it’s gonna go, and although there are a lot things I don’t like about Saigon, I know that Im in love with these little small thing of this crowded and never fall asleep city.
I myself work in a very different time zone from 9 to 5, but 10 to 10 or some time 10 to 10 the next day – Advertising. I don’t really love it, but I found it interesting, and it has caught me for nearly about a year and a half (not really much actually). And because of this, I got a chance to see Saigon in many different time of a day. And I realize, despite the crowded and narrow street, the exciting and friendly and lousy people, there is a very different side of this little city that would make me miss the most if I ever go away from it: the little Saigon.