My friend Brian has been living in Shanghai for two years. When I asked him why he moved to Shanghai, he said he had read an article in the New York Times that said Shanghai was like New York City in its industrial era, and that he wanted “to be there when it all happened.” The way he said it made me think of when my dad took me up on the Empire State Building and I saw for the first time, the city I loved from the clouds. Everywhere in Shanghai they were building and building. Preparing steadily for the World Expo in 2010. A city in its ecbolic hour right before modernity. With its technicolor bicycles rushing between skyscrapers and its history blowing through it like a menacing wind.
A row of old city residences before a skyline straight out of the Jetsons.
Pomeranian on a stroll.
A restaurant on a dimly lit street with â€œdog meat hot potâ€ on its window.
These guys know how to recycle.
Mickey bowling in front of the â€œBetter Lifeâ€ propaganda poster.
At the international wing of Shanghaiâ€™s airport with my Moleskine and Tokyo hotel address.
Next stop, Shibuya.