Shanghai is often best understood from a slight distance.

Not too far above it, where the city becomes anonymous, but just high enough to see its layers begin to arrange themselves. The old rooftops. The glass towers. The last wash of evening blue. The small pockets of light appearing one by one as the city moves from work into night.

The city softens slightly once the traffic fades and the lights begin to reflect off glass towers and quiet streets. Conversations move indoors, terraces empty, and the rhythm of the evening settles into something more intimate.

It All Begins Here