Paper towns, paper trails… Paper talks. Hong Kong is literally plunged in a sea of paper ads. To buy, to do, to dress, to drink, to hear, to let, to listen, to scold, to sell, to taste, to vote. Or, in my case, to admire.
Call me conceited or absurd, but I see these scrapbooks scattered across the streets here as another form of graffiti — love ’em! Let’s just hope (some of) these ads are worth the leaves they’re printed on and not just future origami material, nicht wahr?