When you see raffia strings, you know something big and unofficial is coming down...
Continuing my series on festival day in the ghetto. A little Burmese Muslim girl is dressed in her Hari Raya best.
She's sitting on a squashed box by the roadside. Those red spots on the pavement are not colour run from her brand new dress. They are betelnut spit spat out by the many chewers here.
The girl has grabbed a front row seat, behind the raffia strings cordoning off the area. People are milling around, looking serious, waiting for something.
I asked her mother standing behind and she jabbed the guy next to her. The young man with a punk hairstyle quickly chimed in to say there's gonna be a rave.
A rave party on the streets, in a migrant-only neighbourhood? A dance party with DJs, crowd swinging their arms like car windscreen wipers and EDM??? Wonderful!
It is my lucky day but I must first get pass the bouncers to get better pictures. I hope they are not as dour-looking as the waiting crowd.
Sony Alpha a7R, ISO 160, f4, 1/60 sec.