Archive for March, 2012

26
Mar

What I am reading this week

-  I want to thank Paul French, who has been vigorously travelling to promote his historical mystery thriller book “Midnight in Peiking“, for giving Shanghai Street Stories a plug during his podcast session with Beijing-based Sinica hosts Kaiser Kuo and Jeremy Goldkorn. Listen here (our mention at 45:30).

I have often mentioned Paul as a walking encyclopedia about Old Shanghai and if you haven’t, do check out his novel Midnight in Peiking and his blog, China Rhyming.

- Photographers and adventurers Fabrice Nadjari and Cedric Houin travelled to the almost unreachable Wakhan Corridor of northeast Afghanistan to photograph the local Wakhis and Kyrgyzs. It dawned on them to capture them holding Polaroids of themselves. Incredible details on the portraits against breathtaking, untouched environs. A simple and often repeated concept that doesn’t seem to get old. I mean the gifting of portraits, not travelling to remote Afghanistan.

- Tricia Wang is an American ethnographer who studies how China’s youths and migrants use digital tools. Based in Shanghai, I like how she interviews and sometimes live with her subjects as part of her fieldwork, the details of which are  well reflected in her writing. Her one piece on the day-to-day frustrations and challengers street vendors face in China, such as struggling with rising food inflation, pressures from authorities, was particularly compelling yet sad.

- I spent this weekend in southern Zhejiang to see the world’s factory goods on display, indulge richly in Middle Eastern cuisine and mingle amidst Muslim prayer centres and bubbling hookahs. If you know my penchant for bazaars and congregation of international traders from all over the world, you might have guessed. Otherwise, here’s  an excellent article about it. More from me this week.

- Yanick Yanidel is an incredible street photography who is currently embarking on a year long trip around the world. Armed with his Lecia, he is having a ball of a time and blogging almost everyday. I first discovered him in his long, detailed essays on better understanding your rangefinder and applying and learning as you hit the streets. While I don’t use a rangefinder, I have found his writings on street photography appealing in being able to relate to photographers at all levels and clarity of thought.

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23
Mar

The bazaars of kyrgyzstan (part 3): light and shadows

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Kyrgyzstan’s street bazaars are awashed in a dizzying array of colors – the vintage hues of the former Soviet Union cling onto the infrastructure, the blaring contrast of bold plastic on all Chinese mass manufactured objects, and the undercurrent of Middle Eastern influences in clothing and culture.

The colors sometimes burn a little brighter under the shards of sunlight piercing through the incongruous slates in the roof.

Even amidst the thronging crowds on a busy afternoon, where voices raise in negotiation and shuffling bodies press close, it is not impossible to seek isolated moments, thanks to the delightly play of light and shadows.

You can read and view more of Kyrgyzstan’s street bazaars here.

20
Mar

Suzhou Literary Festival Roundup

This past weekend was spent in the very lovely Suzhuo at the Bookworm bookstore, partaking in the Suzhou Literary Festival activities.

I especially want to thank everyone who came for the talk on street photography in China, and hope that we all walked away with a clearer idea of the genre and a few new perspectives next time you hit the streets. Participants in the photo walk seemed like they had a great time and I was very impressed by the keen eye many demonstrate, I myself learned a fair bit from all of you.

Also, many thanks to the organizers and inn-keepers of the Suzhou Bookworm for the great event! The Suzhou Literary Festival is a gem and I hope more folks in Shanghai consider a trip to enjoy interesting authors and the city next year.

Speaking of which, the old city is lovely.

I had met up with a friend from Suzhou, a born and bred native with an affinity for history. As we drove around, he pointed out a few interesting landmarks in the city. One of which was a compound called Tongde Lane (同德里) along Wusa Lu (五卅路) that once belonged to Shanghai’s greatest  gangster Du Yuesheng (杜月笙 or nickname ‘Big Ears Du’). He had conveniently housed his two Suzhou concubines there and would visit when Shanghai proved too hectic. It was subsequently occupied by Lin Biao (林彪), a Communist general who died fleeing after what appeared to be a failed coup to oust Mao Zedong in 1971.

I’ve always enjoyed the minimalism of Jiangnan (江南)-styled houses with their white and grey hues, elaborate roof gables and intricate stone carvings. Walking in the quiet back canals, it is always a treat to find the random pavillion and convenient stone bridges to carry you back to the din of noisy cars and shops.

I finally visited the touristy Pingjiang Lu (平江路), a pedestrian stream of preserved Jiangnan-styled houses occupied by galleries, cafes, tea-houses and hotels. Some may scoff Pingjiang Lu to be a little too scrubbed up and Disneyfied, but I thought that it had modernized more organically than reconstructed shopping shikumens (石库门) in Shanghai, whose natural inclination is to Westernize everything from decor to cuisine.  My preference would be to have Suzhou’s traditional tea houses evolve with corresponding Taiwanese and Japanese influences of hominess and simplicity.

For camera-philes, a Leica store is opening up by Pingjiang Lu, a hallmark of gentrification and creep of upscale shopping. A quick chat with the owner says the store opening is slated for mid-end April with an exhibit by a Canadanian photographer.

At times, the city centre feels as if it’s choking on both traffic and people. As the skies darkened threateningly with rain, I watched the hordes clamour onto a public bus like it was the only way out of a war zone.

Urban planners are struggling to cope with the flood of migrating residents, and the battle for sustainable preservation of heritage architecture. I hope city planners strike a good balance, because outside of the old city, Suzhou has fast become a cookie cutter landscape, a far cry from the idyllic town it once was.

(More photos taken with my Iphone after the jump)

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16
Mar

What I am reading this week

It’s going to be a busy weekend. I’m headed to Suzhou to lead a street photography workshop on March 18 (Sun) as part of the Suzhou Literary Festival. I’m also looking forward to hear Jonathan Fenby’s talk on the early life of Chiang Kai Shek.

- It looks like rain this weekend. Don’t furrow that brow. Pack a raincoat, showercaps for your camera, slip on those wellies and head out! I often turn to Trent Parke and Danny Santos for inspiration on what rain can offer up to street photographers.  Jim Richardson of the National Geographic lends a few technical tips on how to shoot in the rain.

- Vivian Maier was an American street photographer of French and Austro-Hungarian extraction whose work on New York and Chicago is prolific as it is defining of its times when Maier shot from the 1950s into the late 1990s. They are incredible. Maier never shared or published her work. In fact, she died in obscurity until her work (over 100,000 negatives in storage boxes) was discovered at a local thrift house in Chicago’s Northwest Side.

- The street photography gem of the week is by Kuala Lumpur photographer Che’ Ahmad Azhar. You can tell his influences from many In-Public masters, and they work very well.

- A great piece on how street artists had livened up the art district of Moganshan in Shanghai with a single stretch of wall. Alas, the empty plot of land which the wall surrounds will be urbanized, harmonized and demolished soon. So street artists are hunting down other canvases in the city, but it’s not easy. I’ve actually photographed Brandfury, a street artist featured in the article, as well as Grayson Stalling at Moganshan. More here and here.

- Let’s shift back a few decades and hit up retro Shanghai, Beijing, Guangzhou and Shenzhen. Then enjoy this eye-opening video of Shanghai in 1947.

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14
Mar

The ladies within

 How many times have we seen the warm, red lights flickering on a dark and empty street in the middle of the night?

The window panes are frosted to prevent the overly curiously from snooping and are enblazoned with bold words “Massage and Treatment”. When the doors are closed, all you see is a tangle of legs beneath the signage.

In the day, if they are open at all, the shop looks like a common room where bored young women lie on long arm chairs to watch television and trade gossip.

At night, the rooms serve as respite for middle-aged men who let the same nubile women in short skirts and low tops rub their feet, thighs and anything else that skimmed the law.

I passed by these shops often and observed the women who worked in there. The older madams had a hard edge about them, sitting with their legs splayed open as they scarf down their lunch.

In their “care” were the young and no-longer-innocent defined by perky bodies and painted faces. Sometimes, they sit listlessly in the doorway texting or staring at passing crowds.

I heard a story once that these young women come to Shanghai like moths to a flame. They arrive wide-eyed and alone on dusty buses and slow trains from the countryside, and can be easily picked up by predatory men who promised jobs and a bed. For every young woman who had a friend or relative in the city they could reach out to, there was another who thought simply to try their luck.

“The Shanghai Railway Station or the South Station are prime locations,” a photograher once told me. He knew a bar owner who sent his men to pick up these women on a daily basis. It’s almost too easy, the owner boasted, and would “test” them out in the storeroom at the back of the bar.

Is there a dignified way to capture this particular underbelly of Shanghai, or any big city for that matter? Perhaps, if you befrieded them and photographed them honestly, learn about their many stories that led them behind the frosted windows.

But for now, all I have ever done was capture a passing glance of a distracted room.

We’re all exposing ourselves at the end of the day, and learning to live with it.

February 2012

12
Mar

The Many Lives of an Old Shanghai Villa

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Update: The Atlantic has published “The Elegant History of Shanghai’s Rundown Communal Villas” which I wrote based on this post. But I had the luxury of adding more context of villas serving as public housing, and discovering more interesting facets of this villa on Beijing West Lu. Such as, it served as a foreigners-only dormitory known as Henley Home prior to belonging to the Shanghai Huiming Flashlight Company. (The post will be remain sticky for a day.)

Even from a distance, the former residence of Wu Tingfang* (伍廷芳) tucked in along Beijing West Lu (北京西路) looked huge. The red brick so common in Queen Anne architecture in Shanghai seemed to burn under the sun at half-noon. Under the main porch, mumbled voices mingling with the clattering of tiles as a cluster of middle-aged to ancient residents played a lazy game of mahjong. Nobody batted an eyelash to a stranger in their midst as they were used to visitors with cameras.

I entered through two sets of aged wooden doors flung open in welcome and adjusted my eyes to the dim hallway. It opened up into an airy space and a magnificent stairwell bathed in sunlight. The first thing one noticed was how aged the interior looked. Dust was lodged in every crevice of the intricate woodwork along the side of the banisters. Sunrays colored by glass windows illuminated European-styled arcs and moldings against tired and stained walls.

The floors creaked underfoot as I run my fingers along the sides walls where electrical switches on each floor controlled the over 50 households in the house. On the second floor, I could hear the hiss of wet vegetables against a smoking wok coming from the common kitchen. Next door, someone flushed a toilet and I later discover them to be in their original state. The suspended wooden stall doors gave little privacy to a human squatting atop the hole in the floor. It was rudimentary and uncomfortable.

A pair of middle-aged women was gossiping excitedly in Shanghainese as I continued upstairs. They giggled when I guessed them to be sisters and later shared with me a few tidbits of the history of the villa. As did many other passing residents, including an older man in a leather Mao flat cap, a heavily wrinkled woman stroking her cat and a middle-aged man wheeling his bike out. Everyone gave a different anecdote that seemed to map the many points of history of this house and they were similarly proud of its heritage.

The villa was built in 1910 and first served as the residence of Wu Tingfang (伍廷芳), a learned Mandarin official who also acted as an Envoy for the Qing Government in the United States, Spain and Peru. In America, Wu promoted Chinese culture and advocated efforts to mitigate discrimination against Chinese emigrants working in the country. Under Sun Yat-sen, Wu served as foreign minister to the Republic of China and even as acting president in Sun’s absence. He later passed away in 1922 in Guangdong.

(As past lives would intertwine, I later discovered that Wu had lived in beautiful Romanesque Revival style house* (now a boring looking apartment block) on Q Street in Washington DC, a block from my old apartment when I lived in the district.)

The villa in Shanghai was later taken over as a factory and dormitory by the Daxing Tobacco Company (大新香烟厂) and subsequently sold to the boss of Shanghai Huiming Tochlight Company (汇明电筒厂) named Ding Xiongzhao (丁熊照).

Ding had started his company in 1925 and grew to become the “King of Batteries”. He was unlikely to have stayed in Shanghai after the Communists came to power in 1949 as he had amassed significant wealth and businesses in the US and Europe. Records showed him settling and later passing away in Hong Kong in 1976. The house continued to serve as a dormitory for workers of the former Shanghai Huiming, whose descendants still live in the house till this day.

The current state of the villa – individual cramped quarters with backward communal amenities, facades in need of better upgrades and conservation – is still a common sight in Shanghai’s many old neighborhoods. So much so that the villa was deemed perfectly authentic to serve as a location set for a 2009 television series called  ”Dwelling Narrowness” or “wo ju” (蜗居). It literally translates into “snail house” but “humble abode” is a less awkward translation.

The TV series revolved around two sisters who struggled with life in a fictional city that strongly resembled present-day Shanghai. The plot focused on the sacrifices the sisters undertook to afford a home in the city - the younger sister becoming a mistress to a married politician while the other lived in a small room in the very villa with her husband as they scrimped to save money for a future together.

The show highlighted the conflicts arising from the widening gap between rich and poor, political corruption and an erosion of traditional Chinese family values. In particular, against the background of a real estate bubble in China and rising inflation, “Dwelling Narrowness” hit a chord with many viewers, especially in Shanghai, who saw themselves ball-chained for decades to burdensome mortgages like “house slaves” (房奴).

A resident told me that he appeared as an extra in the TV series and conveyed a mixed sense of pride and exasperation about the villa. “Everything is very much in its original form,” he said as he pointed out the sealed up fireplace, subtle moldings and wooden carvings, “That’s why the TV crew wanted to film here. They clearly appreciate the house, and I hope that the government does too. I certainly don’t want to leave.”

And with that, he wheeled his bicycle through the dim hallway and into the bright outdoors, his body cutting a sharp silhouette. My hand still on the banister, I decided to head up for another tour of the villa.

August 2011

* Photos of Wu Tingfang and his Washington DC residence are from Wikipedia Commons.

11
Mar

What I am reading this week

The sun’s finally graced Shanghai in all its glory after weeks, weeks of depressing grey skies and irritating drizzle. I hope you’re out and about basking in nature’s warmth, taking in a little al fresco coffee or a nice, long stroll. I did a bit of both yesterday and it was glorious. Enjoy the links for the week, preferably outdoors.

- First, I’d like to plug my recent contribution to the growing number of books on Shanghai. French website URBAIN trop URBAIN has assembled a a fantastic collection of photography, art and writing which touches on all aspects of the city – architecture, history, society and style. My essay (translated in French) and photos are featured, along with Alain Delorme  (you’d want to look at his colorful and playful take on Shanghai’s delivery men) and Thierry Girard, whose work “Shanghai: The Last Station” I have discussed before.

- The recent weather has reminded me of how light and shadow are such key elements in street photography. It’s not always easy to manipulate and tame them into submission and London’s Ian Brumpton is by far one of my favorite photographers who is a master at that.

- If you’ve seen the ubiquitous yet quintessentially British ”Keep Calm And Carry On” poster, here is the history explained.

- This made me smile. So much of art and journalism in China is focused on the darker side of China’s society. But Fan Shunzan, who graduated from Department of Photography at Chinese Academy of Fine Arts and France’s National School of Photography in Arles, has chosen instead to capture the dreams of ordinary Chinese folk.  Check out her “How much time does the reality leave to a dream?

- Finally, this message from Jim Mortram struck a chord in me.

Everyone has a story. You spend 10 minutes, ask the right questions and listen more than you talk. Everyone’s had an amazing life. Do not underestimate anyone. Ever. You can be in a room of strangers and in an hour have the making of a community. This may sound idealistic but ask questions, listen, listen harder and through the exchange trust flourishes, bonds knit and fuse together, common ground is discovered. These are the very building blocks of a community. At least, that’s the community I want to be a part of!.

Make your interest in the person you are photographing more visible than your camera, this will render your camera invisible. If you render your camera invisible, you can take all the images, in any circumstance you require to best communicate them and their story. 

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06
Mar

A dog’s life

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Warning! Some images may be disturbing for readers.

The village of Jiangtaiwa (将台洼村) and  Dongcuijia (东崔家村 ) are two of several clustered villages between the fourth and fifth ring of Beijing. The villages dated its roots to the Ming dynasty when Jiangsu traders first settled in the area. Now, it is largely  populated by migrants who had made Beijing their home within the last decade.

I was with Anton Hazewinkel, the photographer of the excellent Beijing stories blog Chinesense.com and his assistant Li Yu. He had kindly taken me around to meet local residents he had previously interviewed and photographed.

On our way out, we passed by a group of men chain-smoking outside a budget cafe and had gathered around a basin of fresh meat, watching a comrade hard at work with a carcass.

A large thigh rested on the rim of the basin. It looked too large to be a chicken and too small to be a goat. A rib cage laid on top of severed parts, prominently stripped and laced with blood so fresh and crimson, a shiver ran up my spine.

It was then my eyes drifted to the head of a dog on a chopping board, staring at me with glassy eyes and a mouth half-opened as if in shock. The creature was sold by a farmer in Hebei province and was likely slaughtered minutes before we chanced by.

“RMB20 for a jin (half a kilogram) if you want to buy. If not, don’t bother me with questions.” The chef dismissed us. I had guessed him to be from the south since the region was famed for eating anything on four legs. I was right when I heard him mutter “in my hometown of Guangxi” as he picked up a hunk and tossed it in a boiling vat.

He then positioned the dog’s head heavenward and with one heaving stroke, sliced down the side of the dog’s mouth and split the cheek. My stomach churned and I turned away, clutching Li Yu by the arm. The girl looked equally ashened.

Less than an hour later, we were in a more residential neighborhood visiting a man who specialized in wedding preparations. His shop was called “Easy Love” and he was as easily affable in discussing his business. The shop was a warm respite from the Beijing cold. We were surrounded by voluminous wedding dresses and bright red wedding paraphernalia, the grey and dust of the village far from our minds.

Halfway through, his wife brought out a white cocker spaniel squirming wet and uncomfortable in a towel after a bath. The dog grimaced as the woman began to blow dry its white coat back to a warm fluffiness. She laughed and stroked her pet, cooing sweet words of endearment. Her husband smiled and dryly remarked that the dog has been spoiled.

“Sometimes, we lavish more attention on them than our children!” he joked.

I could only muster a vegetarian option at lunch that afternoon, the contrasting images of the two dogs – one utilitarian and the other pampered – still burning in my brain, even now as I write this post.

February 2012

05
Mar

What I am reading this week

A tad late to my attempt at a Thursday/Friday post on great reads for the week but here you go!

- Paul French’s annual obituary of the heritage architecture losses in Shanghai for 2011, and I recommend you read his coverage for 2010 and 2009. Many of which I have captured in various stages of demise. They include the plot of villas across from Sinan MansionsDesheng Lane, “Long Spring” Lane (长春里) on Tanggu Lulongtangs along Jinan Lu and the list goes on.

- NYT Lens covers the winners for the 2012 Pictures of the Year International competition with a multitude of links to all the winners’ submissions. Two of note are Stephanie Sinclair’s “To Young to Wed: The Secret World of Child Brides” and Massoud Hossaini’s horrific picture of a young Shiite woman screaming amidst the wounded and dead in Kabul, Afghanistan. The photo was taken literally minutes after a bomb was detonated by a suicide bomber .

- Steve McCurry’s long-time coverage of war in Afghanistan is grim and gruesome, and serves to remind all of us the role that photographers and journalists play in bringing home the horrors of war.

How do you identify with the city and the values that it stands for? This op-ed by Daniel Bell of Beijing’s Tsinghua University and Avner de-Shalit of Hebrew University looks at a wide swath of countries and how each city’s ethos shape society and vice versa. My recent visit to Beijing served as a good reminder of its contrast with Shanghai and how it’s residents embrace the cities’ roles as respective political and business centers.

- As I browse through the collective of multimedia memories of old Singapore initiated by the Singapore Memory Project (SMP), I am so proud of being a Singaporean. There have been efforts to do this via our national museums but it seems efforts have been stepped up to improve online accessibility for citizens both at home and abroad.

- What this Japanese girl doing is wicked fun. With the help of friends and/or tripod, she jumps and jumps to get the perfect mid-air shot. No Photoshop, just levitated! Almost every one of them is done with wit and sunny ease. She also teaches you to shoot your own levitation series.

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