Within my practice of documentary photography, there has always been a clear delineation between the value of real experiences and the visual representation of a particular juncture in my life. The reason for this is simple: if I don’t experience a certain moment in its entirety, there is no amount imagery capable of invoking my memory of that moment because it was never fully formed to begin with.
While a part of me prefers the vast landscapes, beaches and golden sunlight in Australia, something about Hong Kong feels like home. It’s slightly uncomfortable but it feels familiar.
There is no lens wide enough and no string of eloquence capable of transferring the scenic and emotional experience to one that simply has not visited the United Kingdom save for their appreciation of films like Sherlock Holmes or Harry Potter.