This is how I call this series of photographs from the moment I started in 2002.
A group of Foreign students. A bar in Sanlitun.
A concert a friend found -- how, I do not know. Empty. Nobody but us. Listening for the first time the music from an ancient time -- the music of the Wild Children. It’s not pop. It’s not a fad. It’s just perfect. Some friends speak to the band. They have their own bar in the bar street of south Sanlitun.
"Come!" they say.
Zhang Quan, Xiao Suo, Zhang Weiwei, Guo Long, Xiao He, Wan Xiao Li, etc. They were young, they were doing music -- sincere music -- and they were far from home. They broke boundaries and models. They were choosing their own life, finding freedom in their passion and their hard work. WE found in THEM the bridge to dive deep into this impenetrable Chinese world, sharing our love for Emir Kusturica and Manu Chao’s music of life. We became friends instantly.
I photographed THEM, learning about becoming an adult in a foreign country, learning photography and patience, learning about friendship and mostly tolerance. They were my family.
Now we all have kids and our own life. When we meet, the emotion of our shared youth time is still and always willbe alive. Some of my friends married THEM. Since I stop photographing THEM, now it’s becomes US.
These images are the reflection of their life from 2002 to 2004 with moments of happiness and tragedy.