He arrived in Bangkok by way of Thailandâs south, trading sea breeze for city haze. At Time Out, he writes with a sideways smile and a sense of observation, often drawn to the strange beauty of people, film and the sounds that stitch a day together â from bubblegum pop to minimal techno. No coherence, still works. When asked how he survives the modern condition, just a shrug âCaffeine and Beam Me Up by Midnight Magic,â he says, like itâs the most obvious answer in the world.



































