These photographs are part of a two-part series, documenting the photographer's visit to the Chinese city of Hong Kong.

The photographs are presented in chronological order, without any descriptions; this is to provide the viewer a temporal cadence with a measure of unfamiliarity, to contrast with the otherwise prosaic urban landscape. This is not to say that Hong Kong is bland or boring; rather, it is to tempt the viewer to look deeper than the superficial Western-colonial infrastructure and look deeply into character of this majestic metropolis.

The city of Hong Kong is both foreign and familiar to an American. Its sights are New York City-esque: with tall buildings rising on the fringe of busy waterways and narrow streets crowded with people; Its sounds are typically urban: vulcanized rubber racing along asphalt avenues, the pulsation of human discourse, and an identifiable buzz of capitalist brazenness; The smells and tastes are varied and distinct - from the street vendors in Mong Kok to the tourist trap of the Peninsula Hotel, nowhere does this city exude its international flavor more succinctly, than in the Anglo-Asian fusion of its edible consumables.

What is not familiar is the culture of the people that inhabit this otherwise Western city. The Chinese people have left their indelible mark on this modern commercial landscape. The mélange of neon street signs cantilevered out across busy roadways creating a canopies of technicolor, and the cramped crevasses of the shops marketing their wares, are distinctly Chinese/Asian superimpositions. But at first sight, the impact of Hong Kong on the Chinese culture seems much greater than the impact of the Chinese culture on Hong Kong; the eyes of a Westerner are far too easily satiated by a cursory investigation of Hong Kong and far too easily fooled by the city's consumption of the indigenous culture.