王俊锋（微信：wjfstc 王俊锋在gooood，Junfeng Wang on gooood）是一名在SOM工作的建筑师，毕业于哈佛大学的他酷爱手机摄影，他的摄影作品分别拿了2015年国际摄影大赛(IPA)的旅行组一等奖和特效组三等奖。gooood与王俊锋（Junfeng Wang on gooood）进行了一些对话，请见下方。(补充：摄影在gooood PS: photography on gooood )
Please introduce yourself to the readers.
I did my undergraduate and graduate study of architecture in Zhejiang University, and then went to Harvard University Graduate School of Design for Master of Architecture in Urban Design. After working for SOM New York for two years, I returned to SOM Shanghai this summer. Since I am not licensed yet, I would call myself architectural professional rather than architect. I like writing and photography, recently got two prizes in 2015 International Photography Awards (IPA), the 1st place in Travel / Tourism category and 3rd place in Special Effects category.
What does photography mean to you? Why do you stick to mobile phone photography and square frame?
For me photography is more of a static narrative, composing a story with a single frame, which is very charming. The subjects of my photography are very daily based, so mobile phone naturally becomes a convenient tool for me. Layout and composition are very painful for me, so I choose to use square frame, it has no direction, no prejudice.
Many transient moments are beautifully captured in your photos, how do you quickly respond to these moments? Do you always hold your iphone and wait like a hunter? Is there any photo born out of an extremely long waiting?
The world is full of transient and beautiful moments, I was just lucky to run into a few, and my iphone happen to be in my hands. Many photos came out of a long waiting, there was a photographer once said good photograph is from encounter rather than waiting, which I do not fully agree with, because waiting is actually a very sincere gesture, and I believe sincerity will be rewarded eventually, it’s just a matter of time.
What do you think is the most important thing in photography?
Photography is the medium of self-expression, I am more concerned about whether this medium will enable me to complete the expression. I am not a fan of photography purely for visual appeal since it’s lack of narrative and criticism, which I think is the soul of any form of art. I like what Jian Cui said, art without criticism is prostitution.
What figures or works have profound impact on you? why?
我经常想像Michael Wolf（Michael Wolf在gooood）那样用镜头去观察城市的异象，或者像Edward Hopper那样去描绘人在城市中若即若离的孤独感。我喜欢很多艺术家，但更倾向于冲着睿智的知识分子挥洒我的崇拜，比如段义孚，作为人本地理学者，他对于人类经验复杂性和精妙性的深刻理解让我着迷，这也持续地影响着我的建筑和摄影，就是时刻关注各种尺度和背景下的人及其行为，人与自然的关系，人与空间的关系，人与社会的关系。
I wish I could observe the anomaly of city like Michael Wolf (Michael Wolf on gooood), or depict human beings’ subtle loneliness in urban life like Edward Hopper（Edward Hopper on Artsy）. I am a follower of many artists, but more of a fan of those wise intellectuals, such as Yi-Fu Tuan, whose deep understanding of complexity and subtlety of human experience always fascinate me. His way of observing the world continues to affect my architecture and photography, namely always to be concerned about people and their behavior, to understand the relationship between human and nature, human and space, human and society.
Can you talk about your future plans?
New thoughts pop up in mind everyday, I don’t think I am able to make a plan.
方拍 • 空间七所
Phone lifted, what shows up on the screen is a space I have deliberately framed. I am excited about its vibrant colors, perfect lighting, exquisite composition, yet I often do not hurry to press the shutter, mostly because there is nobody inside the space, which makes me feel empty and anxious. I need people come in, to show the scale of the space; I need behaviors come in, to reveal the significance of the space. Jane Morris said: “No matter what, people are the spark of inspiration stimulating my writing, even if my understanding of them is usually superficial – a glimpse out of the window, an occasional gentle voice, a touch between hands – most of them are so transient and elusive moment…” As an architectural professional, my work focuses on people, which is the medium for me to understand and create spaces. That’s why I was so eager to capture these people’s back, side or even front, in an attempt to observe and understand the dialogue between human and space. However, I should never join this dialogue, because ultimately what the lens wants is a natural gesture, people’s behavior in the space will not be deformed because of my presence. As a result, instead of a spectator, I am more like a voyeur, lurking beside the window, on the balcony, behind the door crack, or in the bushes.
As a deeply self-sentimental person, a stranger’s passing by means a tragic farewell to me. In New York’s underground, such tragedy is even amplified by the hurry crowds, I cannot even see those passing faces. However, while I am thoroughly moved by myself, those passers-by are all immersed in their own little world, listening to the music inaudible to others, reading the texts invisible to others, completely indifferent with this encounter, the only one in their lifetime.
Driving in breathtaking scenery, I am wondering if those people would split into two selves just like me, one enjoying the landscape, the other simply driving. In most cases, the former will easily convince the latter to brake and get rid of the car, completely indulging in the natural beauties, as if this would be the only time being here in my lifetime. During a wonderful journey, this impulse often becomes a compulsion, unable to resist. As a result, sometimes I would give up driving and get on boat or plane instead, so as to imprison this addiction.
Here, some people narcissistically appreciate their mediocre appearances in shop front’s reflection, some people unfortunately got wet by splashing dirty water, some people wave their hands like a clown but still cannot get a cab, some people stood in front of the store enjoying the cool air blowing from inside, some people have a hard time finding the entrance because of its hidden house number. If I could have a God’s eye, the sidewalk could be a theatrical panorama of public life. However, I think I’ve an overestimated its wonderfulness, because most of people are simply walking by, buried their heads to themselves, day after day, year after year, like zombies.
I believe those coming to the beach alone are for a conversation, attempting to caress their self-pity between narrow and broad, to find some inner depth between tininess and vastness. However, this huge white noise in front of them is full of catalyst, injected into their hearts like a rushing flood, the accumulated emotions rapidly expand, like a blown balloon. The result is surreal, a man in an unrequited love may interprets the smile of his beloved as a sign of affection, an entrepreneur may find the power to change the world in his absurd business plan, an investor may hear the call of death in the plunging stock market. Fortunately, there are always some running kids chasing crabs or seabirds, their limpid laughter dilute the catalyst, salvaging people from explosion and bringing people back to reality.
Taking steps is like reading a novel, bewilderment emerges when setting foot on the first step, you will question whether it’s worth the time to read. Arriving at the landing in the middle, you think about giving up to stop wasting time on these boring chapters, but you cannot since it will be such a pity to abandon the story already rolled out in your mind. Gasping, you finally climb on the last step, surprise, confusion or disappointment, emotions begin to spread out upon closing the novel. We cannot recall when, people start to hysterically look for escalator, they must be afraid of that novel because their fragile emotions cannot afford the undulate plots, they turn to fall in love with a novel with no start, no development and no climax. The stable comfort makes them foolish, if you look at their sluggish eyes.
People’s awe while facing the primitiveness deeply fascinates me, as if their mighty urban flesh loses its armor of industrial civilization, carefully returning to the origin, just like animals. Every clumsy stagger reveals human beings’ fragile viability, death seems embedded in every second. What a desolate beauty. Yet I gradually realize this awe actually reveals human beings’ alienation from nature. We were born out of a natural instinct, but cannot harmoniously live with nature any more. Nature occasionally appears in our busy lives only as comforting products, a nature stroll is merely searching for pretty pictures to show off among our friends. Nature thus degrades to a tool.
Vast light seems cheap, because you cannot see the darkness it breaks through, while a little light spot is a cherished beauty. It is a moving room, motivated by time, wandering in courtyards, streets and valleys. It reminds me of the nomadic circus in the countryside. Kids followed it from a village to another, trying not to miss any single performance, since every entry into that giant tent would bring them a wonder. Likewise, those walking into the light spot will also have an encounter, not with a wonder, but with another self, silent and loyal.
公司：SOM (Skidmore, Owings & Merrill LLP)
About the author
Name: Junfeng Wang
Education: Master of Architecture in Urban Design, Harvard GSD
Occupation: Architectural and Urban Designer
Firm: Skidmore, Owings and Merrill LLP
Personal Website: http://www.junfengwang.com/