Bangkok is a weird place, its gritty, its dirty, its noisy and its fun. People struggle and the gap in the economic status slaps you in the face in the same way the smoke and smells do. I have been shooting in the back allies this time, talking to people with my hands, exchanging smiles looking for a spark, looking for the people that fuel the city. There is a lot to learn from the people behind the walls, mostly you find loneliness, struggle, micro-ecosystems that sustain little sparks of hope