What immediately caught my eye in the Hong Kong, it’s a bunch of different small details that make the atmosphere of any city, anywhere. On this detail you can see evidently the relation of owner to the house. For example, in the hotel. The rooms are practically without details. You can move from city to city, hotel to hotel, and they almost all look the same.
You know, they say – the house without owners. This means that the house has no details. It is empty, without a soul. But when there is a lot of detail – it is rubbish. Like the announcement at a blank wall. Rubbish. Try to read all from the beginning to the end on any lamppost? It won’t work. The eye will always jump from one thing to another.
In Hong Kong, all is in moderation. How do they manage with this – I have no idea. But here when you go around the city your legs stop you. Oops. Another little thing that cheers you up.
Here’s graffiti on the door shop on which the owner lovingly holds a box of fruit in his hands, and on a nearby street about fifty flowers are in pots on a sidewalk.
Even the abundance of advertising is so diverse that doesn’t merge into a single mess in which you can’t grab and share information. And the most interesting thing in this advertisement, that it is possible to study the history of the Chinese outdoor advertising. If you lift your head on any street of Kowloon, you’ll see a variety of signage that are really fascinate.
Some tracks can be seen for a long time, gradually moving from one to another. There are the iron signs of the 50’s and plywood signs of 70’s. Or vice versa. And here you can see first neon and plastic signs. And near there are modern one. You have the feeling that they have never been taken off, and they hang all their life, waiting for the moment when they will be updated.
And if you come off the signs, and watch under your step, you can also see a lot of practical and beautiful details. The road is put with a thick layer of paint. So much paint so that you feel this through a thick sole. Look Left, Look Right. And you, willy nilly, look to the left or to the right.
And here there are the special paths for the blind. They are, perhaps, even in the terrible and small alleys, where, before going, you will think twice. In general, such a number of people with disabilities I have never met in our country. And not because we don’t have them, they just can’t go outside. Our cities are not suitable for people with limited functions.
So for me, Hong Kong is a storehouse of various small details that I sometimes consider for 15 minutes.