Ip Wan Sang

Like a cactus, a marriage is expected to last but not without a few prickly details. While the bride's mother is in bliss over her elder daughter's upcoming marriage, the bride's sister is doubtful after witnessing the groom on the street with another woman. As the bride discovers her fiance's affair, the torrent of events prompts a pointed conversation between the three women, highlighting their contrasted views on marriage and fidelity. The bride is veering towards a meltdown while her sister grows more skeptical of marriage.

Flipping through pages of Hong Kong and London, the participating artists talk to each other in their mother tongue with implications perhaps only they will truly understand. Among the most familiar yet unfamiliar places—a bridge, a rooftop, a cafe and a station, as different as night and day, they reveal their hesitation or expectation, disappointment or comfort, sorrow or possibly even a change of heart as the first light seeps into the sky.

Two girls from two different worlds - they meet in the underground and try to heal their wounds, both physically and mentally, via their fantasies towards one another.

Two girls from two different worlds - they meet in the underground and try to heal their wounds, both physically and mentally, via their fantasies towards one another.

Two girls from two different worlds - they meet in the underground and try to heal their wounds, both physically and mentally, via their fantasies towards one another.

Two girls from two different worlds - they meet in the underground and try to heal their wounds, both physically and mentally, via their fantasies towards one another.