Stories Through Lenses, Start of Dreams-Come-True

Five photos narrate an image story. Let your perspective be seen.

Photography can be a moment of pure beauty, a realistic record of time, an expression of inner feelings, and a presentation of aesthetics. In an era where photography equipment is readily accessible, everyone can take photos. However, only those who clearly express their personal styles through photography and visual art can be regarded as “photographers.” The “SKM PHOTO Shin Kong Mitsukoshi International Photography Contest” is a photography and visual art platform established for professional “photographers.” It’s a start for your dreams-come-true. The participants decide their own themes. The creation of a series of five photos enables the photographers to “deconstruct” photography and visual art in creation and think about the transition of the works. By analyzing the unique images composed of the objects and elements in the viewfinder, expressing the personal complete creative concepts and visual art styles, and challenging themselves, all the participants will exert their preferred photographic styles and make a start for dreams-come-true!

The “Shin Kong Mitsukoshi International Photography Contest” invites judges from different fields of image art to select 20 outstanding works with unique characteristics from the various styles of works from the participants at home and abroad. This year, the “Special Award” for a single work is given for the first time in the hope of encouraging photography enthusiasts to keep creating new works by providing the professional exhibition platform. The traveling exhibitions of these splendid image stories will start from February 26 at Shin Kong Mitsukoshi in northern, central, and southern Taiwan. We welcome photography and image art enthusiasts to visit and appreciate the works.




■ Sleeping Garden|Yu-Cheng, Chang
At night, the city is sound asleep.
Different from the light and shadow and crowds in daylight, the night garden does not have much drama.
Every night is like a silent film playing repeatedly, without scripts, actors, or routines.
There are only the identical lights, luxuriant plants, cold seats, and mysterious thick shades.
The sleepless souls at the moment are solely enjoying the loneliness all night.




■ Who’s in your wallet?|Bo-Cheng, Liu
The wallet and the photos inside are part of social interaction. With the advance of technology, mobile payment has gradually replaced the function of the wallet. The images can also be viewed on a smartphone. There are fewer and fewer people having photos in their wallets. I am curious about the connection between the treasured photos and the interviewees. Does the wallet lose its function for them? Do those without photos in their wallets save the photos of their loved one in their smartphones? What’s the difference from the real photos?




■High school girl|Min-Han, Tseng
This is what I wore every day when I was at the third grade of senior high school. At that time, I felt the clothes so heavy on me. However, I felt them so light when I was going to graduate. However, compared with the test scores, whether the clothes are blue or pink doesn’t matter and will be forgotten. Only the menstruation reminds me that time will always keep flowing except for the tests. This is to commemorate that I realized I love photohraphy for the first time and that I used to be a senior high school student.




■ Dad in Memory|Shu-Yu, Yeh
The problem of many modern families is depicted. In excuse of busy work, the father never participates in the family matters. The children have also been used to the father’s absence, and the mother has gradually taken the place of the father.
The five photos are the memories about dad from the child’s (my) perspective.




■ That He and Imaginary He Cross the Sea|Hoho Lin
The work is inspired from the true story in the 70s last century. It is the personal experience of He Ying, one of the initiators of the “Pang Jai Fabric Market” protest in Hong Kong. When he was young, he stole into Hong Kong from Guangdong with six friends. On the way, his companions didn’t make it and died of exhaustion. Finally he survived by nibbling the leaves on a small sandbank. Compared with the present, I am not sure whether I press the shutter repeatedly on the sandbank in reality or in a dream.