after getting my haircut in boston chinatown, i decided to spend two hours walking and taking pictures. I went to corners of the neighborhood i had never been to, and got excited by so many little details. The sun was out, rare for march, and i was happy. chinatown is one of the neighborhoods in boston that i visit the most, and grew up visiting back home in san francisco, and i think that tenderness is reflected in some of the photos. It’s one of the few places that I can blend in to.