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Day 20~ June 20th~ Xinjiang

The Uyghur gentleman~ Kashgar

In some parts of the world and with the older generations, being photographed is taken quite seriously. The pose and expression are premeditated in a way that wants to show the world that they are proud of who they are, and I just love that. I remember finding old portraits of my grandmother in shoeboxes where she looked so incredibly elegant, so refined, dressed in the most elegant of clothing and in my mind this is how she lives. I only met her as a very small child and I have no other recollection of her as she lived across the oceans, so these images embody the essence of how she projected herself to the world.

I asked this lovely man to photograph him outside the old teahouse in Kashgar and he agreed but asked me to wait. He positioned the chair where he wanted it, smoothed his coat and placed his folded hands across his knees and only then he gave me the signal to go ahead.

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Day Three Hundred Fifty Eight, January 15, 2012

once again, it's pouring rain

I love how the city looks in the rain. The streets reflect the lights on black asphalt, the cars and bikes are covered with drops and they glow, and at night everything is shiny. And then there are the umbrellas, whoever invented them had a great sense of elegance. They look so romantic popping around every corner, casting a sense of mystery about the identity of the person carrying them. Yes, the rain is always welcome into my world.