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Our vertical city has 43 buildings over 200 metres high. Thankfully, we’ve also got 50,000 lifts. Where would we be without them?
Dr. Albert So is a lift enthusiast with a pretty geeky dream. He foresees within 30 years lifts that travel horizontally as well as vertically. Instead of choosing a floor number, a lift passenger would select a room number. The lift, operating on the outside of the building, will then deliver the passenger directly to the room – through the window. Enough of that pesky walking down corridors.
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Iraq War has caused another psurge in the trend.
Silence. My protective mask is uncomfortably stuck to my face and – ouch! I think I’ve just been bitten in the nether end by yet another little creepy crawly. Silence. Suddenly machine guns spit 20, 30, perhaps 50 rounds per second in our direction. The previously motionless individuals around me hurtle into life, scrambling low, barking orders and a myriad incomprehensible swear words at each other. One, two – if these were real bullets, parts of my hand would have just been blown away. |
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Dancers layered in baggy sweaters, loose t-shirts and sweat pants limber up. Toes in battered slippers are flexed, powerful limbs swung like elastic, easily, almost absent-mindedly. Choreographer Mui Cheuk-yin calls for attention and six male dancers sweep onto a space frosted in white tissue paper. A pause and then punchy music snaps the dancers into action, though the men are languid, soft and swaying. Four women stalk onto stage, disguised in their own tangled hair. A dark mood contrasts with the pure white tissue snowstorm.
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It’s not often you hear a metal singer characterise his band as an egg. But that’s how Jan Lo wants Qiu Hong described. “Because firstly, an egg is easily broken,” the 29-year-old audio technician explains. “Some bands in Hong Kong, once their album is released, they’re gone – no more.” But on the other hand, if the music and the band
are properly appreciated – incubated, even – their future stands to be bright: “Just like a baby chicken emerging from an egg.”
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