Light is the visual language of Hong Kong. A city whose neon culture bloomed as the art of sign-making met the needs of a crowded marketplace. The glowing tubes that fill Yau Ma Tei and Mong Kok are a mesmerising abstraction for visitors who don’t read Cantonese, and a familiar preservation of street heritage for the locals (though one that’s under threat). 
It's a city with more skyscrapers than any other on earth (more than Tokyo and Shanghai combined), sprouting from its core like a flickering steel forest that stretches towards the sun. Where tropical daylight bathes the streets in a languid haze, and streams through spiral incense coils that hang from the ceilings of Tin Hau temples.​​​​​​​

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