hong kong
Gray Harbor
What such water goods reveal—only to persons close enough to smell the clinging dregs of seaweed or willing to caress the faux-leather handbag tucked into a cellophane sleeve—are the sentient negotiations of supple conquest.
Wong Ping: Beyond the Pleasure Principle
Urban life can be alienating; it limits our mobility and entraps us in fantasy. In Hong Kong, an artist’s erotic animations offer brief release.
Samson Young:
Songs For Disaster Relief
Do they know it’s Christmas? Yes, they do. Charity jingles chart the rise of neoliberalism at the Hong Kong pavilion in Venice.