There is a conversation we have only with ourselves. Quiet, unwitnessed.
Made across cities in Asia, these photographs look for that private moment. Different streets, different lives. The same stillness.
A man peers through the window of a train outside Bangkok, his face half-covered, eyes outward.
A vendor works alone on her boat, back turned, absorbed in her own world.
An elderly man sits alone against a brick wall, cigarette in hand, watching the world pass.
An elderly man pauses in Osaka Castle Park, coffee in hand, alone in thought while life continues around him.
A young woman stands in the elevator back turned, looking out at the city below.
Two people share the same space outside a Tokyo restaurant, each absent from each other.
A lone figure stands on a rain soaked pier in Yokohama, dwarfed by open sky and water, holding still against the weight of both.
A woman shelters beneath a polka dot umbrella in a downpour, the city emptied by rain.
An elderly man walks through a sunlit passage in Osaka, his shadow the only thing keeping pace.
A woman stands alone at the railing of the ferry terminal, the Hong Kong skyline spread before her.
A man walks head down through the empty colonnades of Singapore's financial district.
A woman prays alone in front of Xingtian Temple, turned inward, the crowd around her falling away.
