Night traffic slips past the drainage channel as red lanterns hover above the sidewalk, each glowing orb mirrored in the wet concrete. Motorbike headlights flare into soft orbs, the fence recedes into teal repetition, and the whole street hums with sodium vapor and two-stroke engines even though the frame stays oddly calm.
The Olympus Mju II let me shoot one-handed from the curb, relying on Hoasca 800 to soak up limited light without losing color. This film pushes blues and greens into a cool cast while letting warm lamps streak, so the scene inherits a cinematic contrast between cyan pavement and ember-red halos. Grain becomes part of the texture of the night, thickening the shadows inside the drain and turning the sky into a deep cobalt wash, which matches the restless energy of the ride home.
