billboards of the future are buildings of the past
the age of the greasy spoon and a conveyor belt of hungry workers has gone, but forgotton?
vibrancy of colour offsets nostalgia from reality
a door that once entered the industrial world liverpool built its name becomes a canvas of opportunism
a network of power lines keep the houses in the 21st century, in a final slice of irony they also light up the lanterns whose heritage predate our thirst for electricity but offer the signature for the nostalgia so many seek
traditional domestic life casts an eye over its future
a wall offers the first line of defense, the door a second, a lao han (old mans) traditions retreat into the shadows
a life of days gone by, an empty shell with merely a cable connecting it to the 21st century waiting to be filled filled with gimmicks for tourists