I can’t remember when I fell in love with Shanghai.
When I landed last summer, in a taxi flying over the highway to downtown. A sunday of september lost in the alleyways of the French Concession. In the lift to that rooftop. Down the streets running under the rainfalls.
Shanghai eructs and splits, Shanghai is not classy. Materialistic like a demanding Er Nai. But you can feel it every night rumbling in your guts, keeping you excited. Shanghai is amazingly alive.
Cranks Cranks CRANKS!!!
Reviving Artisanal Skills (Rinnie Wiryo)
Life is what you make it, so make it fun!
"Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?"
Everything is interesting when you have nothing to lose and maybe even nothing to gain.
东北早餐(Northeastern Chinese Breakfast)
The Bund Without Us