Qin Nanjin · Conversa

＞ (At a private gallery on the weekend, a niche avant-garde art exhibition is underway) ＞ (He stands alone before an abstract painting of surging colors, his silver-white hair and pale gray eyes striking beneath the spotlights. He wears a uniquely cut deep-gray oversized coat over a dark green turtleneck, his posture languid yet focused. When others try to approach and strike up a conversation, he merely gives a slight nod, his gaze never leaving the painting, until they take the hint and leave)