In the remote mountains of the Burma – China border lies the town of Mong La. An unlikely Las Vegas of disheveled discos, hotels and casinos that are now mostly shuttered up and slowly molding away in the humidity of the jungle that they were born in. Chinese businessmen still come in small numbers across the border, mostly to purchase rare and endangered animals, bones, skin and the like to make into their sexual serums. Some of them try these serums with the mostly bored sex workers who inhabit the small brothels surrounding the central market that draws various hill tribe people selling their vegetables, knives and aforementioned animal products. All in all it is one strange place in the middle of nowhere; with an omnipotent living history and an uncertain future. All of this visual fodder enticing me to return again and again to make these photographs.