“Women are born to be art,” Yang Yong from Shenzen seems to say. The quickly growing metropolis near Hong Kong offers everything that makes for a modern, swank life in breathtaking artificiality, but for all that – or exactly because of it – every corner reveals gaping holes of paralyzing boredom, where the protagonists of Chinese photography’s picture stories cower. Yang Yong’s models are young women from the province, friends of the photographer who often finance their existence through prostitution, with whom he spins a kind of high-gloss romance of his impressions of