This is a photo of a friend of mine playing the Vietnamese zither (đàn tranh) in an old coffee house in Hội An. She’s wearing a Northern style yếm, a top for young women in the old days, with a twist. I like this picture because it looks very Vietnamese! You can also see in the background a painting of Hội An town in flood season when it rains so hard the streets become little canals and people have to get around by boat. Some people call it “Asian Venice” which I think doesn’t do Hội An or Venice any justice, but it’s okay! You get the idea.
I’ve decided to challenge myself by posting a photo here everyday from Monday to Friday every week. There are 252 days left in 2017 so I number each post /252 so that it’ll be easy for me to reflect at the end of the year. I’m doing this in attempt to improve my photography and also to share more regularly the beauty in Vietnam – its beautiful people, food and nature – which inspires me every day.
This is a picture of my friend wearing Vietnamese traditional áo dài in a coffee shop in Hội An. If you visit Hội An, you’ll notice this signature scene of women wearing flowing áo dài against the town’s iconic yellow ancient walls…
That’s all for today. See you tomorrow with another picture and another little note!
I’d never really liked eggplant until I moved to Hoi An. I used to think of eggplant as bland and a little soggy but Hoi An local eggplant dishes convert me to a die-hard fan of this vegetable. Read more
*There’s a video tutorial at the end of this post.
I was silent last week on the blog because we went to Bangkok for a mini vacation. We had a lot of fun there just strolling around the city, shopping for cute, inexpensive hand-made T shirts, and eating mango sticky rice, a popular Thai dessert, for breakfast, lunch, dinner and after dinner snack. Read more
Last week my best friend from college was in town for a vacation. We hadn’t seen each other for more than two years, so it was so much fun to hang out with her in Hoi An. Actually the first time I visited Hoi An was with her back in summer 2008. We had just graduated from college and took a South-bound trip across Vietnam together. Hoi An has changed so much since then, and so have we. That summer night in 2008 we went out and ate Hoi An chicken rice and drank their bitter rice-based alcohol. Afterwards we walked back to our hotel at 10 pm, and along the way we got a bit scared and lost among the many dark, quiet, narrow back alleys of the old town. But of course nothing happened other than in our imaginations.
And we helped take a million pictures for each other. It seems like nowadays we don’t like being in front of the camera anymore. We’re a lot more interested in photographing other people and scenes. So this time we just walked the old streets that are so much more bustling than they were eight years ago, talked and took pictures along the way, stopped for a coffee here and there, and then walked some more. It was so relaxing to just do simple things with her. After all, it doesn’t matter where you are and what you do; it’s really the company that matters.
Here are some photos I snapped during the walk with my friend that day. I hope you like them.
Catching up with old friends is always so rewarding to me! It’s as fun to make silly bad jokes as it is to sit quietly and enjoy their company. It’s comforting to know that I can repeat the same stories that were told last year, knowing that I’m never judged. And in the sense of seeing old friends, this Vietnamese Independence Day long weekend was comforting! Three of my old friends whom I met at different times in my life were on vacation in town. I had coffee with each of them separately on Sunday, feeling like I relived three different lives.
Hà was my college classmate in Hanoi and then she went to school in the U.S. around the same time with me. We traveled together several times to San Francisco, Los Angeles and Las Vegas. It was fun this time to hang out with her in this little town of Hoi An. I took her to a friend’s place to buy a bag, got some clothes made, had lunch with grilled squid at a local restaurant, and then bought some more bags. (They were just Hoi An’s local straw bags, not Paris’ or Milan’s leather ones!)
I think Hà has a distinctive and beautiful look so I snapped a few photos and shared them here!
Quỳnh is an artist friend of mine in Hội An. I met her one morning last fall. When walking into my usual coffee place, I saw a woman hand-sewing blue leather straps into a beautiful reed bag. Turned out that she had painted that bag herself. Both of us loved her work and my husband asked if she would make a similar bag for his mom. Touched by a man looking for a pretty gift for his mother, she agreed to help, saying it was the first bag she made to order.
The second time we met, she was wearing Vietnamese modern áo dài that she designed and riding a little vintage Honda Cub in cream color. She looked like a Vietnamese woman back in the 1960s.
We met again a few days ago to work on several projects. I visited Quynh’s home and studio, where she lives with her boyfriend and a cat named Picasso. Her boyfriend is a painter too. Their studio is full of paintings, wood, textile and reed bags. Quynh has developed a bag line using local environment-friendly material (reeds). She embroiders or paints on the bags, and she even paints owners’ portraits on the bags as well. (I guess that would lower the rate of bag stealing.)
I went to her studio yesterday to photograph her bags in preparation for a workshop on bag-making and embroidery that she was teaching at a local crafts house. It was inspiring to see her and her boyfriend creating beautiful things in a little studio full of sunshine. I just had to capture that and share it here!
Living in Vietnam has shown me different impressive sides of my husband. Last month, he mixed an environment-friendly ant and roach killer from syrup and borax, and last week, he baked amazing banana bread. (I’m grateful he can do both because now that we have delicious sweet banana bread on our dining table all the time, the big ants really have to drink their special syrup.) Read more