Hi, I am Georges

Life, for me, is like the continuous development process of film.

I dwell within the dawns and dusks of Liangzhu, Hangzhou, where the misty air and millennia-old cultural bedrock form the default palette through which I view the world. Photography is a silent grammar, used to compose those moments that defy speech.

Words are the darkroom of the mind. There, the impressions from travels, sparks from reading, and fragments of thought are fixed. I am drawn to wandering through the subtle folds of human culture, which feel truer to existence than any grand narrative.

I walk, like a slow pen, attempting to read the traces and light on the earth. To me, traveling is a gentle escape from the mundane, a process of surrendering myself to an unfamiliar latitude and longitude. And every journey is a careful probe into the depths of the world.

The hand-brewed coffee I cherish is a daily micro-ritual. From the fragrance of grinding to the flow of water, it is about focus, patience, and precise variables.

In the end, all of this responds to the same question: How does one dwell poetically? My answer: to resist the fleeting glance with a deep gaze, to recognize my own reflection in all things, and to preserve a forever-warm curiosity toward the world.