This is Shanghai through my camera, the home I grow up. A city I wandered through everyday without thinking too much about what I was capturing. Back then, I didn’t realize those snapshots would become a personal archive of time.

It took leaving home to understand this: a hometown isn’t something fixed to geography. It lives in time—held in memory, in the fragments we collected without knowing why, and in the versions of ourselves we left behind on those streets.

2005

2006

2007

2010

2011

2023 Summer