SHANTY HOUSES AND CRAMPED APARTMENTS were the norm in post-war Phnom Penh. People overflowed into the streets. To eat. To wash. To cry or fight or play. To Sit or trade. To cook and eat.
Backyards and comfy lounge chairs and privacy were simply not part of life. Naked toddlers ran through the muddy streets. Men sat and smoked. Peddlers came by with all manner of goods.
Rough, not quite ready, unpaved, bumpy. Phnom Penh’s streets were a photographer’s playground.