Walking around the streets of Stockholm without a map a furiously sunlit day, an equally Nordic wind; nothing but shadows and sun edged roofs to guide me down one street, back up the same searching for some familiar something.
On these streets I could almost be in white America I stand out; passing through hollow underground veins, metal armed petals, slowing, we give each other long paused looks.
Like a memory of your reflection in a mirror: same brown tanned skin, almond eyes, small rounded noses for humidity and long enviably black hair; a connection like recognition, knowing our marked differences feeling our latitudes in origin. Text: Joy Hui Lin, Foto: Elizabeth Quinn
Joy Hui Lin var en av vinnarna i Mellanförskapets Persepolistävling i november 2007.