When my uncle told me he stayed at the August Moon in Hong Kong some 40 years ago, I figured the name must have outshone the building.
In Hong Kong, I often ran into drab buildings with flowery names, as if the names could mask the blandness of the architecture.
But when I first saw this postcard of the August Moon, I changed my mind.
I love the intricacies of the balconies and the way they light up at night. The modest entrance seems so film noir.
The matchbook is from the early 1970s, before a 7th digit was added to phone numbers. When I lived in Hong Kong 20 years after this matchbook was printed, an 8th digit was added to keep up with all the mobile phone numbers.
As with most old distinctive buildings in Hong Kong, the August Moon is no more.