It's around 9 a.m. and the only thing that manages to wake me up is the aroma of my hot coffee from my now best friend, the coffee pot that my grandfather passed down to me.
After 3 sips from the mug, I let the thoughts and tasks of the day invade my head. Trying not to saturate myself, I look out the window and remember the peculiar view I had just before the huge condo came into existence. Before I knew it, my cup was empty and I set out to get on with my day.
Music, ripped jeans, a black sweatshirt, my sneakers and some books in my backpack were the perfect choice for any given Sunday.
The 6 degrees Celsius kept my hands inside my jacket pockets as I walked block by block through the city.
A spontaneous purchase, a rich smell of coffee and drinks that become sensations... so, sip by sip I go into the concrete, the detail, the shadow and the light.
Photography by Li Guanqun
I am the result of a combined personality and inexplicable thought. I am a point of view, a way of speaking, a passion reflected in image and text.
Multiple but controlled personality. Publicist and photographer; lover of art, literature and visual culture. Believer of national talent and pulley of those who seek to excel from their passions. With a “broken heart” from birth and inspired by the nostalgia of life in general.