Sheung Wan
What is your flat number again?
Sheung Wan
What is your flat number again?
Beijing
The future has landed.
Hampstead, London
Antique buttons sold by the button lady.
Sun Hing
Opening the door to the old family village home, aunty unlocks history and brings it alive. Stories and memories are recalled as we move from room to room, object to object. Your grandma lived here, your great-grandfather made these to catch massive fish…
I had returned to the ancestral home of my mum’s parents, and it was over these 3 days that 3 worlds gathered to dine and laugh together. We had arrived from Hong Kong, a world of stability, in search of stories that linked us to the past. We were looked after by our relatives in Sun Hing, who living in a world sprinting into development, were creating the future. And we found distant relations, who were living in a world that was clearly the result of a complex political not so distant past.
Sun Hing
Beijing
Tea al fresco
Wood fuelled kitchen
Yuen Long
Not wanting the guardian to their village to be lonely, big stone grandpa was given a life companion, little stone grandma.
Flight from Beijing to Chongqing
Natural mountains
Chongqing
Man-made mountains
Ladder Street, Sheung Wan
I have only spent Chinese New Year in Hong Kong once before, and I was too young to remember. In the build up to the big day, I felt a flutter of excitement every time I left the house and past stands of calligraphers painting good wishes, streets lined with little orange plants and doorways surrounded by bright lanterns. My aunts tell me “it’s not the same anymore, it’s so commercial these days, many of the old traditions have been lost”. Walking past the 10 dollar shop (the 80p shop) filled with various red clothing items adorned with cutesy bunny rabbits, and yet another political party dressed in costume surrounded by suited men shouting propaganda through megaphones, I hoped that not all had been lost.
Sheung Wan
Chinese paper cuts in incense shop.
喜喜 for double happiness.