sofasurfers

It seems that my first two-week spell in China didn’t really
acclimatise me: my return (first stop Chengdu, a city with a
population the size of London) has filled my mind and camera with a
veritable freak fest: a male security guard wearing frosted coral,
1950s grannie lipstick (yes, I was too cowardly to snap) – presumably
to protect his lips from the cold, a young girl eating clementines the
size of a cherry, another young girl eating a purple dyed cake, two
boys playing badminton using a road as a net

people scooting along wearing their coats backwards to keep their
chests warm (a major trend, it seems; photo soon, I hope), speakers in
the street disguised as rocks playing “Look Happy for the Tourists”
jazz musak,

hoods for coats slung over chairs in restaurants,

dentists in shop windows (transparency one step too far, surely).