Albert Hong

When I was born, I was 0 and just shy of 1 year of age at the same exact time. If this makes sense to you, chances are very good we share something in common.

I write this in first person because I have always found it distant and peculiar to write one's bio in third person like so many do. But if it later becomes clear this sort of practice isn't odd at all, I may change this without warning.

They say you can tell a lot about someone by what they choose to take their photographs with. I sincerely hope not. My first camera was a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-P7. It had an aperture range of f/2.8 to f/5.6 and 3 megapixels. Maximum ISO was 400. It was cutting edge amongst 12 year-olds. It would/will be the last time anyone has thought of me as cutting edge, so I cherish the memory and offer it here.

I've moved around world and country for most of my life. Florida was where I was born. Then there was Allentown, Dallas, San Diego, Seoul, and somewhere in Arizona somewhere along the way. Today, it is confidently New York. Almost a decade now in this city, almost half my lifetime.

I am lucky to have a wonderful family. There is a doctor-to-be involved, along with an industrial designer whose dangerous job it is to figure out how to get you to buy more things. I also drive her crazy, am most hard on her, and argue with her all the time over the most trivial things. There is a dad, working on a start-up focused on lasers, and a mom who has the hardest job of all: pretending to care about four self-absorbed children out of a family of five when the rest of the world refuses to. This random mix of specialties was carefully groomed from birth to ensure no dinner would ever run out of conversation. It has been a multi-decade effort met with large success.

Finally, on photography. I have a rather fatalistic view of photography. I believe so much in the value of a photograph because of an equal lack of faith in our ability to remember accurately. Photographs are a ruler across time. Or so I believe at least. They seem to preserve emotion more accurately than any medium I know. When our memories fail, distort and warp due to age, fret not with the photograph in hand!