I was just looking through a few images taken on an evening at Fa Yuen Street and on an afternoon in the vicinity of Shamshuipo.
There is that contrast that plays with visibility and lack thereof.
We see people emerging from darkness.
We see hands and appetites but not always faces.
We are reduced to silhouettes of ourselves.
What defines and frames our activities are appetites and things…
Our appetites and things have become substitutes for our selves … that is how a city becomes a kind of phantasmagoria….