There are few things in travel worse than a red-eye flight — leaving in the middle of the night, landing at dawn, and never managing more

In the backstreets of Tokyo, on the battered lampposts of Bangkok, and along the electric-blue walls of Hong Kong’s SoHo district, a silent conversation

When I met my good brothers and fellow photographers, ABC (Aik Beng Chia) and Victor, at the gate for our flight to Phuket last October,

Late last night, I finally reached the bottom of a cardboard box that has followed me across continents for years. It took that long as

This morning I woke up well before 5 a.m., fully aware that I would be skipping my usual workout. I felt as though I’