While living in Korea I truly got to experience what it is to feel and be perceived as foreign. I remember feeling awkward about the fact that us foreigners were often referred to as alien. We were certainly treated differently to a Korean. I find that it is things like this that separate us. I resisted this concept of foreign for a while until I came to the conclusion that foreign is just another word for different. These things, these variations of how we do things, where we are born, cultures etc are just different.
This photo was taken at a market in the town of Maseok, South Korea. I remember feeling incredibly out of place at the time because I’m not a meat eater so I tend to squirm at meat markets but also because I didn’t understand the language and I certainly didn’t look like I was from the same small town so I stuck out like a sore thumb.
I’m fascinated with the interaction of people in markets. The energy at a market is different to the energy you’d find at a store or a mall. I think that is the same no matter where you go in the world. The markets have a different feeling of their own and it’s one that amazes and intrigues me.