The Shanghai Chronicles
Here, you can eat duck heads with pre-dinner drinks and wear a pyjama during the day. Here, monks play on their smartphones hidden in sleeves while you play dice in night clubs. Here, you gather at the crack of dawn to practice your Tai Chi and at dusk to dance to techno music the five choreographies the whole country knows by heart. Here, your job is to wait at the bottom of an escalator to avoid that, absorbed in their selfies, customers would fall. Here, you build Romanesque churches in cardboard cutouts to pretend like you’re in Paris and a hot pink Jesus completely stretched out is represented in the plastic stained-glass windows.
all images and text © Anna Broujean