Italy
It was that summer when the group of five friends finally had to say goodbye. Before they parted for the next part of the journey of life, the five of them travelled and drove across Italy... They listened to their favourite music as the van paced through the intertwined mountain roads from Liche to Pompeii. They shared laughter in the undoubtedly haunted old house in Florence. They ate ice cream by the sea, they missed the last train into Venice...
What lays ahead in the future remains unknown, what is known is that part of them stayed behind in that summer. Stayed forever In the warmth of the Mediterranean sun.
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Australia
It was a family trip to the Southern Hemisphere in early autumn. It was nothing wild or crazy like anything you would expect to see on a discovery channel documentary. On the contrary to the loud and spectacular views of the vast land we landed upon, our journey was slow, quiet, and tender. It wasn’t the spectacles that caught my attention either, I would have rather captured the dismal things that sat around the corner on the street that we walked past as a group of foreign visitors to this stranger land.
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Beijing I
This is home, this is the place where I was born. Yet, I have spent so little time there to an extend where I feel like an outsider every time I go back. The narrow streets I used to know are now demolished, widened, or filled with skyscrapers. I seek so hard for a sense of intimacy and familiarity within the bits that are left, trying to find and capture them. Maybe because I am afraid that one day, it’s not me who doesn’t recognise those streets, but it will be this city, who no longer remembers me.
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Copenhagen
It was a spontaneous getaway. I flew into Copenhagen without much knowledge of it nor expectation. We cycled through streets and wandered in galleries, sat in the sun and drank a bottle of soda. It was slow and aimless like time didn’t exist in this sun-kissed northern land.
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Beijing II
This is where it all started. I found this old camera in my grandma’s house. No one knew how old exactly this clunky piece of metal is, not even grandma herself. What she remembers is that her husband bought this camera before the dissolution of the Soviet Union. Despite it being even older than my parents, this thing was functioning perfectly, even its leather case was shiny and smooth. So I took it out for a test with a roll of snapshots. This is it.
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