Home to over eight million people. Bangkok is an urban jungle filled with noise, smoke, congestion, exhaust fumes and what appears to be no escape. It has no closing time, it has no off button. It operates like the orange blood sun that awakens those in the early hours who choose to sleep and falls from the sky just as quickly for those wishing to live in the dark.
In lonely corners there are long alleyways that provide a refuge from the constant. There are secret doors, entrances that hide, there are places to go that are a comfort to those who seek to live in temporary solitude. Those who long to observe with low tone ambient soundtracks and dark shadows with splashes of red. Those who search for mystery and have no fear of the bizarre, the dark or the chill that bristles the hairs on the back of your neck as you enter a world that has nothing certain about it. Behind secret doors and hidden passageways, there is a new world. A world that beckons to those who live to hide.
Hiding in Bangkok.