As we approached landing, I was drawn to the view outside the window. I stretched my neck, leaning past two people,
to look down at the sea and the texture of the city slowly unfolding.
— The Tongue of Lisbon
On my last working day, I was shooting Louis Vuitton trunks in a building on the Bund in Shanghai called Asia.
Looking out from inside, the river not far away seemed to be enduring in silence.
Hemmed in by high-rises on both sides, a vast, cold wind forced its way relentlessly into its body.
…
She is the one who tells me stories.
Often, as she speaks, I imagine what she looked like when she was younger.
At an age close to mine, I picture her walking past that underwear factory, perhaps holding an aluminum lunchbox, or something else, in her hand.
Her light-colored clothes billow slightly, the lines beneath faintly visible.
A quiet expression — yet the sunlight casts a layer of gold over her.
— Shanghai Freckles
