Shanghai

A mishmash of poorly translated snippets, captured mostly through small political centers and Shanghai's underground art scene, blows away anything my pen could ever write:

Since the British invaders launched the Opium War in 1840, the Western capitalist powers came one after another and China was thus reduced. U.S. is the rotten imperialism and the camp of all nationalities. Propagate the bourgeois revolutionary thought.

The pictures are fine and lifelikeness. Parallelism climax repetition hyperbole antithesis end. Cutting wood planting study or just a fucking glass of cocktail. Better city, better life.

What is most important is the emergence of a small circle that gradually expands and is thus able to gain recognition. This may be true in China as well as abroad. Pursuing virtue by generations. For recalling the past times and beguiling their leisure times, and for cultural consuming.

The harsh reality of synthetic times and a digital world in flux. A parallax narcissus links the origin of paparazzi with observations on the extreme results of mediated desire. When happiness comes is where you can find me. Tempered through fire and goes through difficulties and pressure, eventually shines the human world.

Here’s my photo essay on Shanghai.