I have to admit, my first impression of Beijing was less than positive. Well, let's say that when the taxi dropped us at the hotel, I told my wife to call him back as we are heading straight back to the airport and out of here.

Fortunately enough, my wife never listens to me. In my defense, we were coming from wonderful noisy shinny shanghai and landed in the only city in the world where they actually paint new buildings in cement grey. Viva the communism.

But I was in for a pleasent surprise..



Rivers used to be the main lifelines of cities all over the world, the axis of commerce, the points where new knowledge would come from afar, where new face, new languages found their gateway into the local story. Rivers used to be important, they used to be worshiped.

There used to be respect, even fear, knowing water is a force for good but also for destruction and chaos. We used to remember the power of nature, but that was a long time ago.




It didn’t take us long to fall in love with shanghai. The taxi ride from the airport was enough as we were lucky and our friends booked us a hotel in the French concession,  one of the lovliest parts of town.

Shanghai is a strange creature in history of cities, and has so many layers, historical, architectonic, cultural and social that it is like a beautiful onion of a city, a megalopolis of memories.

Walking down the street, trying to get lost as soon as possible as it is by far the most effective way to know a city, I found out that I have arrived to the right place.



I was never a big fan of central. It is really lovely when you look at it from the harbor on the other side, but other than money, there is very little for me there.

Oh, I do enjoy going there once in a while y, but my evening in hongkong will always finish in Kowloon, probably with some Chinese beer and some dice. I am not a big drinker these days, but sitting in a karaoke bar in hong-kong with a beer is part of the experience, and let's face it after two of these cheesy Chinese love songs walking in the rain videos you really do need a drink. oh, and the dice?
i have no idea what is the game they all play in the other tables so i just fake it.
still fun.




Israel is a strange kind of place. Always have been. For millennia it was the passing station of anyone who was anyone, and it just reeks of history if you look in between the cracks.
In a modern society where the shoreline is occupied by big hotels obstructing the view, a place like jaffa is exactly one of these cracks, where you can peek inside the real story of the region.

Only half an hour from modern Tel-aviv, jaffa is a reminder of centuries past, with houses almost old as the sea itself, a breeze that brings to shore memories and romantic stories of old and the best authentic arab food to be found.



The sleepy atmosphere of vientiane on a nice warm afternoon is what south east asia is all about.

A cold beer after a long walk by the river, an excellent cup of coffee in a small cafe with an old fan and soft music, a fresh french baguette . A surprisingly good italian restaurant hidden in plain sight, and a lot of temples.a lot.

Laos is the tranquil sister of cambodia and thailand, and it seems there is no rush to run forward trying to keep up with the word. Well, maybe later. Now lets have a nother cup of coffee and watch the tricycles bringing produce to the evening market...



My strongest memory from the visit to Istanbul was the taste of a mackerel sandwich on the bosforos sunny boardwalk. It took one glance at the shot I took there and I could feel the taste in my mouth

The simple fish grilled on the spot, on a fresh white bread. Nothing more. A drop of lemon juice and a little salt, and the culinary party in your mouth is unrivaled by any sophisticated restaurant. And with the magnificent view of the bospheros, with a cool breeze entering the land from the open sea, it is  the perfect example of the charm of Istanbul.



Bangkok smells. There is no other way to put it, and it is not really a bad thing.  It's not hat Bangkok stinks, it smells.I have been around the block a couple of times and smelt other cities, but nothing comes even close.

The smell of chestnuts on whispering coals on the seine is memorable, the salty breeze mixed with grilled fresh macarel on the Bospherus boardwalk is poetic, the odors from the foccacia ovens in Italy are mind boggling , and a cooked okra in spicy tomato sauce can lure me into a small family run restaurant in Jaffa, but all of these are dwarfed in confront of Bangkok.



Nested on the beach of the blue blue sea, bathing in ancient sunshine, full of fresh ftruits and vegetables and loaded with history, Tel-aviv was supposed to be one of the most friendly and magical tourist gems of the mediterenian.

But as they say, location location location, and sitting in the middle of the most problematic schizophrenic area of the world, kind of ruins some of the atmosphere, but if you manage to overlook that small detail, it is still one of the best place in the world for a saturday slow walk in the breeze on the way to the beach.



We fell in love with Hanoi the moment we landed , the moment our feet touched the streets of this old old city, a city with such a history that manages, like a black hole,  to distort the fabric of time and to stay blocked between eras, between occupiers, between periods.

As a tourist you always feel that you are working on different time, different pace, more relaxed, less burdened by timetables, deadlines, meetings, more flowing. In Hanoi it felt as if everybody was working in the same pace, as a perfect example of Asian time and  the true rhythm of life.

As I was going through the photos , trying to conjure up memories from our trip there, I realize that I remember very little of anything outside the old quarter, and more than that, I realized it was ok.



There is something romantic about the historic. Usually there is also something historic about our romantic notions, but no matter how you look at it, these two are bonded together like a good yarn.

When something is "old" it has a different meaning, a different image, as if its age is a sign of respect, or at least an added value. But how do we know if something is old? Mainly by feeling, by our emotional response.


There are one thousand nine hundred and twenty six islands in Ha long bay. I counted them. Ok, I didn’t really count them, but I do remember the number because someone did count them. Most are not more than a big rock formation towering over the water, but the big ones are real islands, with people and all.

There are so many , and they are spread so thinly it sometimes seems like you could jump from one to another and just go on a tour of the area.



Sometimes the name is enough to tell most of the story. the grand bazzar, grand bazzar. Not the big bazaar, not the magnificent bazaar, grand.  The word itself sends you back a couple of hundred of years.

When we arrived to Istanbul, it was clear that everything was just preparation for the grand bazaar, and all other attractions were just something to do until we get there. I have a market fetish. You can always get good shots in a market.And if you can always get good shots in a market, imagine what happens when I smell a grand bazaar around the corner.



I am a person of small faith, low romantic expectations and high cynical sensibility, and i was thinking to myself - flowers. Ok, flowers. white small flowers. Is that really a reason for all the hotels to be full, flights to be twice the price and swarms of tourists in the streets?

Yes. it is. There is something enchanting about walking in a small park admiring the view when suddenly a strong gust of wind shakes the tree above you and you are in the middle of a small snow storm of tiny white petals softly falling on the ground.




Tranquility and serenity are always nice, but when you are in a city with so many millions of people running around and around and around chasing the next paycheck and the next gucci bag, a nice cool quiet temple is a real life saver, and Tokyo has enough of them to keep everybody slightly spiritual as they sell their soul.

The rituals are strict, the payments are pre calculated and everybody has the expression of a dead person on his way to heaven, but other than that, the temples are really beautiful.



Tokyo is known for it's bizzare fashion sense, and the young folks who take it to the extreme, and as this was one of the main reasons i went to Japan, i spent a lot of time walking the areas of town when these people frequent, waiting for something interesting and strange to come my way. i was not disapointed.

If you manage to forget that these people act this way because of the choking unhuman society they are forced to live in, where individuality is against the culture, you really have to admire the effort and energy they put into their costumes.



I have often wandered what is the charm of islands, what is it that attracts so many tourist to islands all over the world for their vacations, leaving so little islands not ruined by the hands of man.

Because in the end of the day, most tourists go to island resorts where they keep to the beach and the restaurants and by any other means could have been on any other beach anywhere along the seaside.

Not that I spend too much time on islands, but they are here, a short ferry ride away, which is comforting.




I have often wandered what is the charm of islands, what is it that attracts so many tourist to islands all over the world for their vacations, leaving so little islands not ruined by the hands of man.

Because in the end of the day, most tourists go to island resorts where they keep to the beach and the restaurants and by any other means could have been on any other beach anywhere along the seaside.

Not that I spend too much time on islands, but they are here, a short ferry ride away, which is comforting.





the work that was done on the project is extremely impressive, both in the professional archeological historic level as the replicas are built by traditional artists using techniques and craftsmanship that were studied through decades of conservation, and in the entertainment level as it is indeed a splendid experience and a fun day outside.

The fact it is still a relatively unknown tourist attraction half an hour out of the center of town makes it a perfect place for a quiet picnic in a traditional-esque enviornment



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Once a year, vegeterians like me get a special treat in thailand, when festivals feasts and fantastic vegeterian and vegan food are the word of the day.

Unlike the big vegeterian festivals in phuket for example, the Bangkok chinatown festival concentrates less on semi religious exhibitions and more on what they do best in chinatown - eat. a lot. everywhhere.
For one week chinatown is filled with all the typical thai and chinese foods you can imagine, but in their vegeterian version.



I got to seoul completely by chance, doing a small project for an international client who just opened branches there and needed me to drop by  and check out the plans for the grand opening.  At the period I was traveling a lot for work, and Seoul was just one more destination, or at least that is what I thought.

I wouldn’t bother to mention that detail if it wasn’t part of a sad fact of life – Korea is not exactly your typical tourist destination for the normal crowd. There are a lot of people who come for business and a lot of foreigners living there, but it is not on the top of any 'must travel' lists, and that is a shame.



Singapore is a strange kind of place.
On one hand it is one of the most friendly places I have visited, and is extremely comfortable and welcoming, and on the other hand it has a reputation of having fierce laws and even more fierce execution of these laws. As one famous t-shirt says , it is a "fine city" there is a fine for every small violation…

My visits to Singapore were for business, as it is a small financial empire when compared to its neighbors and most international companies keep their offices there thanks to very flexible tax regulations. This fact is one of the reasons Singapore is such a welcoming place,



I always admired Singapore for their understanding of how important nature is, and how one can live in the enviornment without crushing and destroying it, something most of the world can learn from, but even in a city so green and fesh, a visit to a dedicated botanic garden is the best way to spend an afternoon.

Away from the shopping, away from the restaurants, from the business people running around. Just sit. listen to the water running, walk among the spice plants, breath in. breath out. that's it.



What can I tell you, in the 3D simulations on discovery channel it looks much more impressive. And the fact the real deal is full to the rim with Korean tourists snapping pictures of themselves does not help.
But, and this is a huge but, like some of the American tourists who blocked my view when I tried to get some decent shots, if you manage to get away from the huddling masses, if you manage to squint and pretend the Chinese group with matching tourist hats are actually monks walking to their prayers, you start to feel it. It.



Bangkok is a melting pot of different cultures, with the number of foriegners in the millions.

One of the biggest communities is the Indian one, with a strong cultural presence and a well knitted community life, bringing their colors, their scents, their tastes to the streets of bangkok in seasonal festivities.

I am always happy to walk these festivals with my camera, and just let everything sip into my memory card through the lens, while i am looking for some tasty treats to sample.





There are a lot of hypermodern sizzling mega cities in Asia. And then, there are places like Siem Reap. Places which remind you what Asia really is, what it was, and let's face, what it will really always be.

Siem-reap is one of those places you are tempted to call magical, and I am not one who is easily tempted, so it might actually be true. Even the tourists in Siem-reap are less annoying, and as a professional traveler, I can tell you tourists usually are ( I don’t understand why they don’t just stay home and look at my pictures…)



The best way to see the real character of a city is at the market place, and if it is a flea market, than you are sure to meet the more colorful characters around, be it in the public coming to look for something interesting or the merchants bringing in old artifacts, sometimes personal, sometimes real antiques, always interesting.

And when these markets are in places so heavy with history and relatively kept that way, you really do feel like a time traveler as you look though the crowded stalls of fragments of the past.



I come from a family of architects. My father was an architect, my brother is an architect, and i managed to escape by sheer luck alone.

with that soft spot for architecture i always find myself admiring the structure of a city as part of its basic life force, the thing that gives it character, the distinguishing characters of beuty, of history, of the essence of a place.

You can never mistake the Hong kong skyline with any other city, you know its singapore at first glance of those collonial buildings, you can tell the old french quarter in hanoi from any other city in asia, you just have to look. you just have to understand how a place doesnt make its architecture, but it is the architecture that makes the palce...





Canals are always an attraction, and always bring an old world romantic feel of slower times, before cars, before asphalt took over our lives, and tongli does not disappoint.

It is the ordinary charm of tongli that makes it special, that makes it remarkable. Without doubt the existence of this small town is based entirely on tourism but it is not a glitzy attraction with canal theme park as one would expect.

No, it is a small and modest lovely town, with the laundrey still hanging over the rooftops, old bicycle in the front yard and people walking slowly and peacefully to one of the beautiful walled gardens .




When you think about Taiwan , the first thing that jumps to mind is stickers on your electronics .made in Taiwan. Back when I was growing up that was the standard. Before Chinese prisoners started working for steve jobs, Taiwan was the cheap electronic giant of the east.

Although it still lies in relative anonymity, some might say shadowed by her enormous Chinese older sister, Taiwan is a world in its own, and a real cultural gem in asia, keeping its culture close to heart and only showing glimpses to the outside world.





If you say japan you think sushi, you think ramen, you think chef with extremly sharp knives and a bruce lee head band flipping shrimp in the air on the way to your plate.

it was clear for me that the food culture will be one of the first thing i would document once i get to Tokyo and indeed i was not disappointed. An army marches on it's stomach as they say, and seeing the array of restaurants, stands, bars and hole in the wall mom and pops food heavens you understand the energy of the city better than any official tour in it's monuments and attractions.





Who doesnt like monkies? everybody loves monkies. Ok, maybe not everybody, as you can see when you walk in the neighberhoods around the lopburi monkey temple, a neighberhood where you have good chance of getting your hat grabbed from your head and an open snack is an invitation for over zelous curious little furry animals who know they are safe in their home and you are but a visitor...






Klong-toi market is the biggest produce market in Bangkok, and the least touristic one, if only for the simple reason it is the border of the klong-toi slum, that although is far less nasty than slums in other countries, might still be a bit unpleasant for the occasional tourist stumbling by.

But it is worth a visit.
All those fancy restaurants catering for the hi-so and expat clientele get their fresh produce here. This is ground zero. And this is where I went to seek those faces to tell me the market stories.



Its a wonderful colorful ever-changing strange funny old world out there. It really is.
When i walk around with a camera It sometimes seem this world is almost posing for a shot, smiling at me for a second. winking.

And a second is all i need. Actually even a 350th of a second will do... I hope these photos will give you the appetite to travel more. It's good for you. Trust me.
Sit back and take a small virtual tour to some of the places i enjoyed in the last couple of years..


Boaz Zippor
Born in Tel-Aviv, Israel 1972.
Educated in Milano, Italy, majoring in industrial design and visual communications.

Was founder and GM of several multimedia and design companies in Italy and Israel, before moving to Thailand in 2003,as art-director and creative-director for multinational marketing.

Following several exhibitions of mixed-media and large scale prints, debuting in a solo exhibition in Milano in 2001, and 14 exhibitions since, is now concentrating on fine-art and writing, and runs a specialized bespoke private photography studio in Bangkok.

During the years, Numerous Art works have been bought for private collections in Italy, Israel, New-York, Hong-Kong, Shanghai, Barcelona, and of course Thailand.

After active involvement in social projects in Israel, is now supporting several projects in Thailand, especially in the field of education for under-privileged children. 

Self-published his first book of poetry in 2010,  and an anthology came out in 2012.
In 2011 gathered his experience from writing to magazines and daily newspapers to launch his online article content reservoir with over 280 articles www.bucketmoon.com , and in 2012 the travel photo essay section of the site was launched



10/2009 8/2009-     
Bangkok Thailand - Boka Gallery – "Butoh III"
Bangkok Thailand - Rembrandt Hotel (Rotary Intl. fundraiser)
Bangkok Thailand - Rembrandt Hotel (Bkkk Opera fundraiser)
Bangkok Thailand - Pridi Banomyong
Bangkok Thailand - Beds Supperclub
Chiang-rai – Thailand -  artspace@lemeridian - group
Bangkok Thailand - Boka Gallery – "Reflections"
Bangkok – Thailand - v9 Sofitel Silom
California ,Usa - WAF Art expo  
Bangkok – Thailand - Patravadi Gallery
Bangkok – Thailand - Amari Watergate
9/ 2008-    
2007 -       
5/ 2000 -  
6/ 1998-   
1990 -     
Shanghai – China - Shanghai studio Gallery
Bangkok – Thailand - Boka Gallery - "FACES OF ISRAEL"
Bangkok – Thailand - Bacchus Art Lounge
Bangkok – Thailand - Patravadi Gallery
Bangkok – Thailand - Amantee Gallery
Bangkok – Thailand - Boka Gallery
Barcelona – Spain - Tanseem Gallery
Chang-Mai – Thailand - La Luna Gallery
Milano- Italy - "Cazzate Varie"
Milano – Italy - "Apriti-IED"
Giv'at-Haviva – Israel - "Studio" Magazine -group


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