The title for this post implies that I shot these photos in Hong Kong. In fact, I shot them in Kowloon. I’m not sure if that matters. If I lived in Hong Kong, I suppose it would. Last week, I spoke to friends who grew up in Hong Kong. He grew up on the island; she grew up in Kowloon. They way they told it, you’d think he was going out with a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. I don’t know if it’s true today, but a generation ago, people from the island looked down on people from Kowloon. They were working class, rough around the edges. Anybody who lived there could tell you were from Kowloon by the way you carried yourself and by the way you spoke.
