
2013-2014 / Established as a gentlemen’s club in Yangon in the 1880s, the Pegu Club’s purpose was to serve and entertain British army officers and civilian administrators after the annexation of Upper Burma in 1885. However, it became known throughout the empire as the venue from where the country was unofficially run. Although not operational for over fifty years, its buildings are still in existence. The gates that were firmly shut to all but those who governed are now rusted open. Families inhabit the outbuildings, while the interconnected wings of the club are barely standing. The walls resonate with the sounds of colonial elitism and injustice. It was also used as an officers’ brothel by the Japanese Army during their brutal occupation. At a time of both stagnation and flux, this is a city filled with structures that infuse its painful past with the notion of not knowing what will come next.

The clubhouse.

Chinlone out front.

Overgrown courtyard.

The watchman.

Wilting wall panels.

Tending to his garden.

Communal washing area.

Family porch.

Family plants.

The search.

Leaning palms.

Passing time.

Afternoon nap.

Empty ballroom.

A passing moment.

Collapsed ceiling.

A mother's touch.

Homemade shrine.

Evening prayer.

On a veranda.

Football on fallen leaves.

Watching on.

Windows and vines.

Embracing her mother.

























2013-2014 / Established as a gentlemen’s club in Yangon in the 1880s, the Pegu Club’s purpose was to serve and entertain British army officers and civilian administrators after the annexation of Upper Burma in 1885. However, it became known throughout the empire as the venue from where the country was unofficially run. Although not operational for over fifty years, its buildings are still in existence. The gates that were firmly shut to all but those who governed are now rusted open. Families inhabit the outbuildings, while the interconnected wings of the club are barely standing. The walls resonate with the sounds of colonial elitism and injustice. It was also used as an officers’ brothel by the Japanese Army during their brutal occupation. At a time of both stagnation and flux, this is a city filled with structures that infuse its painful past with the notion of not knowing what will come next.
The clubhouse.
Chinlone out front.
Overgrown courtyard.
The watchman.
Wilting wall panels.
Tending to his garden.
Communal washing area.
Family porch.
Family plants.
The search.
Leaning palms.
Passing time.
Afternoon nap.
Empty ballroom.
A passing moment.
Collapsed ceiling.
A mother's touch.
Homemade shrine.
Evening prayer.
On a veranda.
Football on fallen leaves.
Watching on.
Windows and vines.
Embracing her mother.