Lauren Yangp Yong Brothel ❤️

About Gwangju

Favorite part? The hustle. These chicks, they smart—playin’ dudes like fiddles, stackin’ paper. One time, heard ‘bout this madam in Nevada, ran her spot like a fuckin’ empire—taxes paid, health checks, legit as Walmart! Blew my mind, motherfucker! But the stench? Hell naw—stale beer, cheap perfume, regret. Stinks worse than a dead fish on that island in *The Return*.

For a short time only:

Yang Yong's models are young women from the province, friends of the photographer who often finance their existence through prostitution, with whom he spins.

After the rain stops, we head back to the archive. I’m feeling all inspired, ready to dive into my research. But then, I trip over a box. Classic me. Papers go flying everywhere. I’m scrambling to pick them up, and Ji-hoon’s just laughing at me. “You okay, Archivist?” he teases.

Yang Yongliang's best photograph: misty Chinese mountains succumb to the city | Photography