Caged Tiger
I often get asked why I don’t photograph in black and white, as though it’s a more prestigious or respected form, colour by inference more common or prosaic. In the digital age, with no processing costs or limits on treatment, black and white at best now seems a restriction, a denial of the ocular carnival of life; at worst a mere artifice, a vanity, and a way at times to give average images an air. In many ways Thailand is the geographic manifestation of that dichotomy. Turn up your nose at this visual feast at your own peril.
I often get asked why I don’t photograph in black and white, as though it’s a more prestigious or respected form, colour by inference more common or prosaic. In the digital age, with no processing costs or limits on treatment, black and white at best now seems a restriction, a denial of the ocular carnival of life; at worst a mere artifice, a vanity, and a way at times to give average images an air. In many ways Thailand is the geographic manifestation of that dichotomy. Turn up your nose at this visual feast at your own peril.
Thailand
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