storytelling

This post is about a hot pot dinner in Yangquan. I wash my socks, then I get taken out to dinner by the owners of a restaurant.

At first it didn’t really look like I was going to shoot many pictures today, because the heating in this hotel softly convinced me to stay a bit longer:

So I bought a coke and a bag of chips, some chocolate candy bars, a pound of tangerines and 16 yogurts (8 strawberry + 8 peach flavored). Then I lounged in my room, washed some dirty socks and looked at them dry on the radiator.

I was just wasting away playing a video game (which I kept losing) when I got a call from a gentleman whom I had met on the road:

These are the Yang Brothers 杨兄弟. They owned a hot pot restaurant in Yangquan and were really friendly and nice to talk to.

After a superb dinner they allowed me to shoot in the restaurant’s kitchen:

I don’t know why, but work is really one of the most interesting subjects for me to take pictures of.

I like the way things look in a professional environment.

It seems like everything has been designed for a purpose, not just for show. There is no meta-level, no hyper-reality. I like that.

Here’s another tattoo for ya:

This time it’s a rather sweet one.

Going through today’s pictures, I just realized I would like to talk about this one a little more:

This photograph seems to be telling a little story. To me, it appears as if the poor waitress is desperate over her accounting.

But in reality she isn’t. She just didn’t like to have her picture taken. Upon noticing me with my camera, her eyes got wide, then she blushed and covered her face with her hands.

I took the picture anyways.

And I like it, my pretty little storytelling picture.