This exhibition will hopefully tell that Asian streets have many stories to tell. The stories they tell might be true, they also might be pure fiction. There might not be any obvious story. I am but a chronicler, a mere scribe. Does one really care? Isn’t it as true as we like it to be? The streets are the roots of all evil, err, sorry, of all street-photography. Many shots were made at night (“It was a dark and stormy night…” of course), but many shots were also made during the day. Some in a rush, some just before running…

A journey in the night of Shanghai Out from Huahai road metro station in Shanghai center, I walked toward south-east. It was 7:30pm and I had already entered the old Shanghai maze, Nanshi district.   At this time of the day, a special life is raising, it’s a transition between the end of the sunlight and the deep night, the restaurants serve their last customers, people are doing their last shopping, face are tired after a long day. On the other hand, night shops start their business and hair salon never stop. With the night, I disappeared in the shadows,…