Hong Kong childhood
On Christmas 2015, I flew to Hong-Kong, alone, just like that.
I entered an unknown world, and got lost deep into it.
Some kind of dance started. The city guided me through her streets. New people. New smells.
When I got back home, after having developed my film rolls, everything was so obvious: all my photographs were related to scenes from my childhood.
Lost memories, deeply buried in my mind. A feeling of deja-vu in a strange world. To be honest, I think this city and I have already met a long time ago.