I was 11 y.o. when I saw The Beach for the first time. I was completely captured by the idea of the secret island which was a microcosm of happiness. At the end of the movie, we understood that such utopia is not possible.
Full of hopes, last December I went to the famous Maya Bay to grasp a little of that dream, trying to feel for a second like Leo in the movie, but I was immediately punched in the face by crude reality of a paradise ruined by humans. The end of the movie was so true and I was so sad to experienced that in first person.
Nevertheless, I tried to capture some naive spirit from the local people, with the portraits I post here.