When hong Kong is a woman...

Last day….

Younger than shanghai
The lady,
This city breathes a woman sophistication.
When hong ong is a woman.
She stands in emancipation,
fans her lashes,
highlights her lines ,
clasping her silver handbag
under a coat of grey.
Dismantles an entire truth.
Hong Kong,
a woman of contract.
the districts flash
with a compressed rhythm
the pathways,
unravel time's passing.
A glowing fuse the ladies are reveries for wanderlust.
Her contenders trail into her heart.
The sunsets approaching night's fall,
and she undoes her hair
allowing a pause along the journey.
HK whispers
a quiet melancholy,
echoing a delicate magnetism,
She plays the mirage of a seductive glance.
From her vertical frames,
she mesmerizes guest through a gateway to her motherland.
the voyager vanishes embraced by the labyrinth.
Until dawn break
she is a charmer, a keeper, a romatic in hiding.
Miss HK holds my eternal fascination.


by Jean Claude Thibaut
for Louis Vuitton