In November 2005 I spent three nights in Hong Kong. My first time abroad and my first exploration of vertical space with my first DSLR camera.
I frequented electronic mega-stores, pondered currency exchange rates, greased my appetite from the steaming pots of street vendors and cleansed my system with a visit to an assortment of bars and “eateries” - a rather haphazard itinerary which was rapidly refined with each passing day: “Whiskey, sir?” “Please, and a Tsingtao to follow.”
As I traversed the business district by day and up the hill to catch World Cup qualifiers at night I lapped up all manner of contemptible conversations with other expats between fits of cigarettes. I was buzzing - not just from the booze - but the height, the claustrophobia - the heavy money of the glass and the steel.
A strange and surreal experience to be sure. But with a camera and stomach full of courage there were patterns, angles and meaning to be found everywhere.