6/26/12

I hopped on a random bus at around 8:00 one night. I was trying to go somewhere, though nowhere in particular. Sitting backwards behind the driver, I looked out the window at the disappearing view, ignoring what lay ahead, knowing full well that a moment's passing would bring it into sight.

Here's one of my favorite shots, made while walking back to my apartment...

...and he to his.

The late shift.

798

Forty three degrees in 798. Beijing's art district.

6/9/12

Two frames from the Olympic Park.

Graffiti and getting in cars with strangers...

Do Not Erase.

Brightly colored posters announced the opening of the new exhibit at G-Dot Art Space, a gallery somewhere in Beijing (the location of which I have been and continue to remain ignorant of and unconcerned with.) Visitors consisted of fellow Americans, Beijing's stylish, and other artists, both local and travelling.

The day, completely unplanned, set the tone for the remainder of my time in Beijing.

Canvases hung in the air conditioning while six artists worked on a collaborative mural outside. Colors, textures, and styles unique, each artist's personality merged through work and word, alike.

A small startup based out of Hong Kong, Small Sake, offered free drinks. I hope these guys make it (stateside would be even better); they're passionate about their brand and their product.

As for getting in cars with strangers, don't, unless you realize that sometimes you need to just hop in and see where you end up.

Beihai Park

From my second afternoon in Beijing.

We didn't waste the weather.

Thoughts on a Curve.

May thirtieth, two thousand twelve.