Kaweewat arrived in Bangkok by way of Thailand’s south, trading sea breeze for city haze. At Time Out, he writes with a sideways smile and a sense of observation, often drawn to the strange beauty of people, film and the sounds that stitch a day together. His playlists veer from sugary pop to stripped-down minimal techno—proof that style doesn’t need consistency to make sense. When asked how he survives the modern condition, just a shrug “Caffeine and Beam Me Up by Midnight Magic,” he says, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world.
