Saigon Tai Tai

The Saigon Tai Tai views the city through a glass window. It is the glass window of the posh car, tinted to protect her against the scorching sun of Vietnam; the window that keeps away the dust and grit of the city. The blur of the car's speed hides the details of the streets – the motorbikes, laden with families and goods; the street side stalls where the ordinary Saigonese squats to eat and drink; the sidewalk chatter that spills onto the streets between bikers; the flavours and scents of the day and the night. So the Saigon Tai Tai rolls up the window and through the tinted glass sees only the monochrome of life.