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. But to me, black and white sometimes seems restrictive, a denial of the ocular carnival of life; at worst an artifice, a way to give average images an air. Here is a geographic manifestation of that dichotomy. Turn up your nose at this chromatic feast to your own visual impoverishment.

Thailand