Every so often a desire bubbles up inside to overturn the habituated tables of culture and engulf ourselves in a new environment. Shocking our system in this way invigorates our senses whether we’ve never left the shire or we’ve acclimatised to a newly-adopted home. Every so often a desire bubbles up inside t
After taking four trips to Japan whilst living in South Korea, I decided to live there. In August, after living here for 6 months, I returned to South Korea for a summer vacation. The pull of reconnecting with old friends, getting to know others better after communicating digitally, and going through as much BBQ as possible was what reeled me back to an old place over somewhere new.
As an exotic alternative to the current Japanese cultural banquet, returning to Korea was a disappointingly familiar spread. The disorientating sense of culture shock you experience upon emerging into starkly uncharted territory can be as seductive as it can be unnerving. Conversely, being familiar with the cultural modus operandi allows you hit the ground running.
Shout out to Kevin, who invited and hosted me, and who bravely (or foolishly) endured a dinner conversation with a table of photographers talking about lenses and frames. To photographers John, Wesley, Dylan and Marco, who were those photographers (the latter of the two making very handsome cigar models here) and to the various folk was able to spend time with again.
Lastly, a special thanks to California girls Toni and Maci, whose paths I crossed one afternoon and were game enough to be the focus of some of these frames. Through you two I was able to see Korea with new eyes. For a few hours, at least.