As I came from a culture without Christmas tradition, I was intrigued by the stories
I'm told about how my friends found out
Father Christmas doesn't actually exist,
and how disappointing it was. The red hat
wearing white bearded Santa Claus is merely
a image from Coca cola commercial.

For me Christmas is totally a commercialized concept, I started to photograph christmas
trees in shop windows. And from the statistic,
I realized there are around 7 million dumped christmas trees after Christmas in UK.

Christmas is a constructed magic, the sight of dumped christmas tree reminds me the magic is
gone, the dream is awakened.

Somehow, I felt strong sympathy towards these abunden xmas trees on street. I feel sad, but
still would like to tell myself another kind
of story: they run out from home, linger
around, playing 'Hide and Seek'...

Book is available online