“Let me take pictures of you.” Then, Tada Hengsapkul, a photographer, said to me, “I have a favorite place,” and took me a dim and smelly space where yellow-garbage trucks are ranged under the expressway. “It’s not bad, is it?” Tada said proudly and jumped over the oily puddle lightly. “Why do you take the nude?” “I wanna express the pure and organic utopia.” the young photographer was posturing i…

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