Convergence (Book Draft)

Ongoing | San Francisco, New York City, London

I walk the streets of these modern metropolises built on migration, ambition, and reinvention. I was born to Vietnamese refugees and raised inside the myth of the open, cosmopolitan West: a promise I could imagine but never fully claim.

Here, cultures collide and overlap. Faces pass, lights shift, stories cross without touching. And then—sometimes—a gesture, a reflection, a glance catches and holds. Not a decisive moment, but an unresolved one: fragile, poetic, charged with the sense that something is forming, even if its shape is still unknown.

These strangers are not subjects to be explained, but companions in encounter. Their presence reflects something back to me: about belonging, estrangement, or the fleeting beauty of a world in motion.

Convergence is not about harmony. It is about the weather of transformation—when histories overlap, when memory seeps into the present, when identity is suspended between what was and what might be.

I am not documenting diversity. I am tracing the atmosphere of convergence: the surreal humor, the quiet tension, the mystery that lingers between clarity and collapse. Each photograph is a fragment of a deeper rhythm I am still learning to hear.

In a time that demands certainty, I remain drawn to the spaces in between. The world is not ending. It is becoming.