吸烟的厨师 [Smoking Chefs]
In the noisy bustle of London’s West End, I have been looking for sanctuaries of quietness and contemplation. I found them in the back alleys and doorways of Chinatown.
At night, when the countless restaurants compete for tourists and theatregoers, throngs of visitors collide with Chinatown’s tight-knit ethnic community. By the time the restaurants open, some of the kitchen staff have already been working since early morning.
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Many of them are recent immigrants who speak little more than a few words of English. Some will have clocked more than 60 hours when the week is over.
They may not always be aware of my presence, yet I think of Smoking Chefs as kindred souls. I am sharing with them the few minutes it takes to smoke a cigarette, condensing this timespan into a single image.
Just like the chefs have established a ritual of seeking out the same locations, following the same routine to escape the relentless demands of their work, I have created my own. Always trailing the same path along the streets and back alleys, I am capturing quiet moments we can all relate to.