The ramshackle house sags heavily on rotting foundations, its tired and ageing load-bearing frame strengthened only by a stubborn will to survive. Knocking on the front door sends echoes bouncing through dark corridors beyond. I decide to stop peering through the letterbox, or at least the hole where a letterbox would once have been, and knock a little more aggressively. This is my last hope.

The Long Walk

Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 70 - 200 f2.8 / Tianjin

Metal clad donkeys routinely trundle the time-worn tracks, effortlessly hauling their black gold charge through the city suburbs. Skilfully dodging the oncoming traffic, an elderly man walks the length of the Tianjin inner-city rail line. His daily route may be dangerous, but it cuts hours off the alternative way home.

A soft clank signifies a latch falling, the door handle turns and slowly the wooden gateway edges ajar revealing the dusty face of a smallish man, perhaps in his mid-fifties, sporting a beaming smile spotlit by the bright morning sun. I thrust my hand forward with a very British hello but am instead met by a tentative gnarled stump where his right hand should have been. I quickly produce my left hand, this time greeted by enthusiastic fingers welcoming me to his domain.

A Single Spark

Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 500 f4 / Tianjin

As midnight chimes on an icy rooftop overlooking Meijiang Nan, seemingly every single firework in the entire world goes off at the same time. Rockets rocket skyward, a trillion fire trails lifting off from the earth in unison, heading for the  heavens where they erupt in a dark sky now set on fire with a glorious rainbow of hues, the once still air now choked with vicious pressure waves bombarding us from all sides. No one can escape the deluge as empty shells rain from the sky, plummeting back down only to be met more on the way up. What started with fire crackers two weeks prior builds to a crescendo as Chinese New Year chimes 12:01. Welcome to the new you.

Stepping through to the cool, dark interior of his home-slash-workplace we pass discarded wooden frames laying cracked and snapped beyond any reasonable rescue, heavy machinery leaning casually against rotting walls purring in unison with an almost comfy malcontent, and wires of all lengths and colours hanging off protrusions from floor to ceiling carrying what sounds like a high voltage current. Tangled in a web of wood shavings and crackling electricity we stumble on through the dark maze, briefly emerging in a stream of dusty sunlight emanating from an unseen window above. Yellow shafts descend through the cavernous ceiling space and gently settle on a life-size portrait of Chairman Mao garbed in resplendent military regalia. Mao’s piercing eyes watch our every move.

Looking Up?

Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 70 - 200 f2.8 / Tianjin

The barbed wire catches my 50mm and exacts a long revengeful mark on the matt plastic barrel. Crouching in a dusty gutter my back aches as I point a camera skyward, concrete shells looming over, juxtaposed against rusty wire fencing and over-worked cranes silhouetted against a polluted sky.

The communist-red background glows like a beacon on a foggy night casting ominous bloody hues across the surrounding carnage. The unfinished, hand-carved wooden frame oozes intricate Chinese style, each curve and cut revealing the true skill of its experienced artist. My host smiles and, pointing towards Mao, claps his hand and stump together as if praying then vanishes off into the gloom, ducking the fizzing wires as he goes.


Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 70 - 200 f2.8 / Tianjin

Exhaust fumes fill the garage air as the ancient motorbike comes to a standstill. A few coughs and splutters sees the engine finally die, the two-wheeled warrior nestling amongst peeling paint and beaten auto wrecks gathered under a make-shift corrugated roof.

We congregate in what was once the living room, a workshop centered around a huge glass-topped table covered with thousands of dog-eared prints. Casually sweeping them aside he presents me with a space for my proposal. I  carefully unfurl the 3 x 2 meter print I painstakingly protected en-route to our rendezvous, the tightly rolled cylinder unraveling with increasing speed until the final coil springs open with a satisfying thwap on the table.

Green On Purple

Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 70 - 200 f2.8 / Tianjin

Do not allow sorrow to embrace thee,
Nor an idle grief to occupy thy days,
Forsake not the book and the lovers lips and the green bank of the field,
Ere that the earth enfolden thee in it’s bosom.

Omar Khayyam

“So, I need this framed for a client” I say in my best Mandarin whilst grinning my widest toothy grin. It obviously, however, wasn’t what I said when he begins to talk at speed about something entirely unconnected to my request.

A Grand Theatre

Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 70 - 200 f2.8 / Tianjin

Water jets shoot three stories high as rhythmic cascading arcs swirl from the center of a circular lake towards the outer edges. Eager crowds gather at the water’s edge to catch a glimpse of the aquatic ensemble, jumping back at the last minute in case they unwittingly become part of the show. A central column of water explodes upwards birthing a majestic rainbow foaming in the sun, all timed to perfection as an orchestral medley joins in with the extravagant daily display. Classical power ballads eject from industrial speakers hidden all over Yinhe square, and through the spray and mist hulks Tianjin’s monolithic Grand Theatre, an architectural masterpiece in concrete design, housing not only a 3600 seat theatre but a state of the art concert house, too.

I try again, this time with a healthy dose of Charades. At last he seems to understand and smiling back elicits a weak groan as he sits down muttering deadlines and workloads. I’ve evidently arrived at a bad time so apologetically start to roll the image back up, my last hope dashed by a life-sized portrait of Mao.

Castle In The Sky

Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 70 - 200 f2.8 / Tianjin

What’s the matter…the Goliath?
The clouds. They’re huge.
The clouds?
They’re coming this way!
It’s a sky castle…

天空の城ラピュタ – Studio Ghibli

As I turn to leave, I catch the feint sound of a grating noise through our awkward silence. In the far corner of the living room, a room which I had up until now assumed only contained two people, dust motes dance and shake with vigor as a piece of wall begins to move. A fake wall.

Early One Morning

Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 70 - 200 f2.8 / Tianjin

Waiting for a local bus to the city center, a teenage boy wearing hard-earned cooks overalls sits quietly catching a snooze in the early morning heat, occasionally sipping from a bottle of hot iced-tea. I see him every morning in the same spot, a fracture in time stuck in a never-ending loop.

From behind the painted plywood construction walks a neatly dressed woman with her child, the mother holding a tray of teacups, the daughter a packet of wafers. Approaching the table they set down the cups and motioning to our slouched artiste suggest it will be in his best interest to take up my offer, else his family relationship may take a turn for the worse.

Street Goubuli

Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 70 - 200 f2.8 / Tianjin

With a smirk growing across his wrinkled face, the wink of an eye, and quick rub of a stiff missing limb our hero brakes the stand-off with a loud, hearty Chinese chuckle and pulls put his measuring tape; it’s time for Mao to take a back seat for a day or two.

Social Segregation

Barnaby Jaco Skinner / Nikon D4 / 70 - 200 f2.8 / Tianjin

I don’t see the security guard until it’s too late, the frame suddenly filled with two small black eyes and a swollen red nose, the tall neck-cuff of a generic green winter coat protruding from below a wrinkled chin. A tirade of verbal abuse emanates from his toothless maw. Pointing my lens at the lone circus act seemed like a sure thing, except I failed to see the coal power station just behind. A municipal government building under strict security ensures my security escort back the way I came.

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