Hong Kong feels contradicted. Its so beautiful, yet so raw…right behind the shiny metal and clean glass is a turbulent, aging metropolis. The beautiful people mingle effortlessly with the old, sweaty originals. Every single space is photogenic, but the whole place needs a fresh coat of paint. The streets all appear to have grown by accident…its a warren, and I feel like you could live here forever and never find a damn thing.
I actually think this is my favourite city on Earth. I cannot wipe the smile from my face.