There is a hair salon near my home. But it's not called a hair salon, it's name is the Plastic Center. The people who work there look unusual: They have holes in their ears, rings in their noses, and they all wear shiny black silk suits and snow white kungfu shoes.
Wang Haiyang draws an image of himself and the story beyond that figure. His recent Boys series, of 30 pieces, recalls his formative experiences.
Isabel Crook went to see the ballet The Red Detachment of Women last month, just three days after celebrating her 92nd birthday in Beijing.
As the holiday season wraps up and Beijing's winter chill sets in deeper, I will never forget the calmness I found within the craziness, on a not-so-silent night in the city.
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