In March of 2004, I spent a few weeks in China.
I spent a little over a week in Beijing. I put together a small show of my photographs in the campus gallery, and spent some time working with students from the school.
Their most famous alumni was the famed filmmaker Ang Lee. I heard about this a number of times during my stay; they were quite proud of Ang Lee.
And Yao Ming. One of my translators, an extremely bright, articulate kid, a true patriot, rejected all things American save for basketball.
I spent the bulk of my time in Beijing with 4 students – two young women, both graduate students, and two young men, one the champion of both Yao and Mao Tse-Tung, the other a lover to one of the women. Together, we walked the city, dined, discussed photography, America, the coming Olympics, and the Great Wall.
Hangzhou struck an immediate chord. I spent about a week and a half walking the city streets. Both provincial and developed, affluent and backwoods, Hangzhou embodied an interesting range of expression.