“A neighbourhood in perpetual negotiation — between what was carried here across oceans and what the city slowly erodes. My work in Chinatown began not as a project, but as a habit. I kept returning to the same blocks, drawn by something I couldn't immediately name.”

What Saltzman found, over time, was a layered world that resists easy documentation. The grandmother sorting bok choy at dawn. Hand-painted signage fading beneath a newer coat of red paint. The smell of dried fish and incense mixing with exhaust. These are not exotic details. They are evidence of a community that has been building and rebuilding itself for over 150 years — largely on its own terms, largely without the city's help.