Stian Overdahl on White Fungus, & creating from the margins

Downtown Taichung City. It is early evening and a bellman stands outside my hotel, wearing his uniform like a peacock. It’s the kind of uniform you find only at hotels that haven’t been updated since the 1970s: classic red and blue bordered with gold trim. But it has nothing on the colourful lights that flash along the … Continue reading Stian Overdahl on White Fungus, & creating from the margins