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Hà Nội - Wednesday, 10:43 p.m.

Hanoi is shedding its skin. So what to make of its spirit?

I attempt to answer that question at night. Wednesday night around 10:43 p.m. to be precise. That’s the moment when the stars of work, family, and personal time align. That’s when I take my trusty old scooter and head into the city.

Hanoi’s cool night air is curious. In wintertime, it’s translucent at best. It lets the city’s shapes, forms, and colors pass through, but leaves many blanks to be filled in.

I want to understand this city. There’s order in its chaos. There’s stillness in its noise. There are so many shades to its darkness. And it’s changing so fast.

It’s hard to come to grips with this transformation, not understanding what was in the first place, let alone what is to come.

So I look for visual clues: lights, shadows, and colors that take me by surprise. Perhaps when these elements come together in an image, the veil of dust and fog is lifted, ever so slightly.

Photo credit: Le Xuan Phong / Matca

Hà Nội - Wednesday, 10:43 p.m.

Published by Matca in cooperation with
Lao Dong Publishing House

Launch date: September 25, 2020

144 pages, including 64 color photographs and two essays
Hardcover, 16×21.5cm
Language: Vietnamese and English
500 copies, signed and numbered
Price: 30 EUR

Prints

Launch date: September 25, 2020

Small prints - 5 options
Photo: 10×15cm
Border: ca. 20x30cm
Open edition, signed, unframed
Price: 12 EUR/print

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​PhotobookHà Nội - Wednesday, 10:43 p.m.

​​​​Hanoi is shedding its skin. So what to make of its spirit?

​​​​I attempt to answer that question at night. Wednesday night around 10:43 p.m. to be precise. That’s the moment when the stars of work, family, and personal time align. That’s when I take my trusty old scooter and head into the city.

​​​​Hanoi’s cool night air is curious. In wintertime, it’s translucent at best. It lets the city’s shapes, forms, and colors pass through, but leaves many blanks to be filled in.

​​​So I look for visual clues: lights, shadows, and colors that take me by surprise. Perhaps when these elements come together in an image, the veil of dust and fog is lifted, ever so slightly.​

​Prints