China, Hong Kong
In a city devoured by modernity and its verticals of concrete, metal and glass, streets teeming with life and products, the markets are as many trenches of colors, celebrating the liveliness of traditions. The small streets of Hong Kong wind in a profusion of archaic stalls, a few hundred meters from the most avant-garde skyscrapers. At the end of the day, when the industrious territory frees its flood of employees, they invade the shopping streets and covered markets, a perimeter of shopping and nightlife. The lanes overhung with multicolored signs, offer an ideal dose of change of scenery. At the foot of buildings of the 1960s or 1970s, eroded by sea air and typhoons, the alignment of fishmongers and butchers faces, on each sidewalk, the merchants of four seasons. I have always been fascinated by the hectic atmosphere and the chaos that emanates from the urban anthills.
