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    Listen to #Hashtag Hong Kong every Sunday morning at 8.15

    Focussing on issues affecting civil society, we'll hear from representatives of NGOs, associations, statutory bodies, and non-profit groups.

    (Sundays 8.15am - 8.25am)



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    Willem Molesworth, Co-Founder of PHD Group
    09/11/2025
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    Willem Molesworth, advocate for the arts and Co-Founder of PHD Group

    Usually when people think of galleries and gallerists, they tend to only see the glamor and the parties, Art Basel and big auction house events. But I wanted to take a moment to talk about a series of strange and magical events that have occurred over the past few years in the gallery I run with my wife, PHD Group. These moments are always humbling, and more than that, they remind me that our business can be a very spiritual one, deeply connected to Hong Kong and its history.
    Let’s go back to December of last year, when I was faced with a problem. I had to travel back to the US to see my family, but those dates coincided with the last day of our exhibition at the time, for Hong Kong artist Christopher K. Ho. Usually, we make most of our sales on the first and last days of an exhibition. So naturally, I was feeling extremely nervous. It was my first time not being in the gallery for the end of an exhibition. I felt like I was taking a huge risk.  
    Ever since moving to Hong Kong nine years ago, I have found myself turning to spirituality whenever I come up against something difficult or stressful. So in that moment, all the way in the East Coast of the US, I turned to our gallery’s patron saint, who happens to be none other than the late popstar and actor Leslie Cheung — or — as my wife’s family calls him, "Uncle Leslie". The family had been very close with Leslie when he was alive, which was of course, years ago now. I never met him, but I’ve always wished I could connect with him in another way. When my wife Ysabelle and I opened PHD Group, I felt our genuine cultural engagement with the city was worthy of his support, so I began to make little prayers to Uncle Leslie for his help. I’ve only ever done it occasionally, but he’s always come through, and that December was no exception.
    As I went to sleep that night, I prayed to Uncle Leslie for help. “Please, Uncle Leslie, help our Associate Neil make his first sale. He needs this, the gallery needs this, please!” When I woke up in the morning I checked my phone. I saw a flurry of messages from my team. We had made a sale; but not just any sale. A well-known local celebrity had made a last-minute appointment to visit our gallery, walked in, and bought something. The celebrity happened to be one of Leslie Cheung’s former colleagues and had worked on several films with him. I was delirious with happiness. Had my prayers worked?
    Another spiritual incident occurred only a few months after we first opened the gallery, in 2022. Inside the gallery, we have a room which we call The Study, where we display my wife’s late grandfather’s collection of rare coins, stones, and erotica. The gallery itself used to be my wife’s grandfather’s clubhouse, and we had found all these items in boxes when we were renovating the space. Who knows how long they had been tucked away for – maybe years – before being displayed again in our gallery.
    One night, I received a very unusual call from our alarm company notifying me of movement inside the gallery. I had been fast asleep and was annoyed at being woken up, but more concerned about the potential of being robbed. I asked them if they could see anything on the security cameras, and after a pause, they said, “no.” But they kept telling me that their system was picking up on movement inside the gallery. I checked the time. It was 3am. My wife, waking up, also reminded me: today was Qing Ming, the traditional holiday where one honors ancestors.
    I laughed and told the security company not to worry about it. I had a feeling that my wife’s grandfather was visiting us to look at his treasured objects again, now finally unearthed from their boxes. Ever since that day, my wife and I have taken special care of that room and we feel as if her grandfather’s spirit is watching over us, taking care of us and encouraging us to keep going.
    The last occurrence I’d like to talk about happened very recently, just a few weeks ago. Every night after dinner my wife and I walk our dog in the neighborhood. That night was no exception, and we began our usual route, enjoying the cooler night air in the urban cityscape. Suddenly, in front of us we saw a white blur crash into a tree. It was a wild bird: a small egret. We watched as, ten feet in front of us, the bird became tangled in the branches, tried to release itself, and ended up falling out of the tree and hitting the ground.
    My wife and I looked at each other, wondering whether to help this small egret, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. But just then, the bird miraculously stood up, shook itself off, and hopped a few times. I said to my wife: “Let it be” The bird took another step forward, and leapt into flight again, gliding off into the distance between the towering glass skyscrapers.
    I couldn’t help but feel like this was a sign. More than three years into our business, after a series of ups and downs, we find ourselves facing our most difficult moment yet – every decision we make feels like it's make or break, and setback after setback has taken the wind out of our sails. It feels like we're crashing through that tree. But seeing that bird fall, wobble, and then fly again that night seemed to be a message of encouragement, telling me that even after falling you can stand up and take flight again. 
     
    Stories like these seemed like superstition and make believe when I first moved here more than 9 years ago. But now, I find they define me. They help me understand my place and my journey. What I give to the city and what the city gives to me. I hope we can all open ourselves up to the city like this and find that we live among history, spirits, and other creatures who always show us the way forward.
    On that note, I’d like to say a few words about the state of the city’s art scene. Institutions in Hong Kong like M+ and AsiaArtArchive have found a way to channel the city's energy into meaningful manifestations and projects that have global reach. However much of the city's scene is still struggling with understanding its place, position, and purpose. They could benefit from a shift in perspective and an opening up to possibilities. The scene in Hong Kong is still very much in development, and our institutions are still finding their way forward. But just like that egret, I know we'll all shake it off and find our way forward.
    The song I chose today is Finite=Alright, a song by David Byrne first released in 1997. I find it to be a very grounding song, and funny enough it makes me think about Taoism. Hope you enjoy.

    Willem Molesworth,
    Co-Founder, Property Holdings Development Group (PHD Group)

    09/11/2025 - 足本 Full (HKT 08:15 - 08:25)

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    Gabrielle Kirstein, founder of Feeding Hong Kong

    Dear gentle listener,

     

    Once upon a time there was a fragrant land called Hong Kong that loved to celebrate the Mid- Autumn Festival.

     

    At this magical time, families came together, bustling shops overflowed with delights, and the aroma of delicious foods filled the air - it looked like a city where no-one could possibly ever want for more. And mooncakes — round, wondrous pastries of delight —were the stars of the show!

     

    One Mid-Autumn eve, two fair brothers named Liam and Noel arrived on Hong Kong shores. They had travelled from a land far, far away and with wide eyes and empty stomachs, they were eager to embrace the festivities.

     

    Lanterns in hand, they headed to a street lined with bakeries.  “Look, Liam!” Noel exclaimed, pointing at a particularly fine display of Mid-Autumn treats. “This shop has mini mooncakes, ice cream mooncakes… they even have truffle mooncakes!”

     

    As they stood by the shop window in awe of the array, the brothers noticed a truck pull up. It was smart looking, sharp looking and emblazoned with the Feeding Hong Kong logo. Curious, they watched as the driver, a cheerful chap called Shing, went into the shop, and shortly after emerged with a trolley full of mooncakes.

     

    “Excuse me!” Liam called out. “Why do you have so many mooncakes?”

     

    Shing stopped and smiled. “These are just some of the boxes that haven’t been sold and this shop is kindly donating them to Feeding Hong Kong so they don’t go to waste. We’ve collected 25,000 mooncakes so far this year!” He paused, “Would you guys like to find out more?”

     

    Intrigued, the brothers nodded and so Shing invited them to visit the Feeding Hong Kong warehouse in Yau Tong.

     

    Ever the adventurers, they decided to jump on the Sai Wan Ho ferry and have a quick peek around Lei Yue Mun before heading into a big, bustling Yau Tong industrial building at the door of Feeding Hong Kong .

     

    As they walked through XXXXX, their eyes opened wide in amazement. Before them was a mountain of mooncakes - box after box, pallet after pallet, neatly stacked and lined up ready to be delivered to charities across the city.

     

    But there were not just mooncakes. They also spied cases of cans, bags of rice, boxes packed full of juice and trolleys stacked high with… sweet potatoes! 

     

    “Wow!” Noel exclaimed. “Do you think all this food would have otherwise gone to waste?”

     

    Just then, a wise man named Edmond approached them. “Welcome, young travellers! Would you like to hear a tale of treasure not trash?”



    Liam and Noel nodded eagerly, so Edmond began. “Mooncakes are a special symbol of sharing and celebration, but each year, over three million mooncakes end up uneaten in landfills.”

     

    The brothers leant in to learn more, as Edmond continued, “Here at Feeding Hong Kong, we believe that no good food should go to waste. So, each Mid-Autumn, we partner with shops, bakeries and hotels to rescue these mooncakes and ensure they reach those in need. It’s all about saving food, and helping the community.”

     

    At that point a tall, graceful lady called Connie glided by and picked up the tale. 

    “Mooncakes matter but they are just part of our story. Every single day in Hong Kong, we work with food companies across the city to save good food, that might otherwise be wasted. Food that is still safe and nutritious, and can go to feed people, not landfills”.  

     

    Liam and Noel exchanged a glance. “What can we do to help reduce food waste?” they asked.

     

    Edmond smiled. “You can start by being mindful. Next time you go grocery shopping, bring a list! That way, you can make sure you only buy what you need. And when you cook, be creative! Leftover veggies? Turn them into a delicious soup. Too much fresh bread? Pop it in the freezer for another day!”

     

    The brothers nodded, picturing themselves whipping up culinary wonders back in their homeland of Mancunia and making much better use of their freezer.

     

    “And when you dine out,” Connie added, “be a hero. Order wisely, share with friends, and don’t hesitate to take your leftovers home! Every bite saved is a treasure not wasted.”

     

    As they absorbed this wisdom, Noel felt a spark of inspiration. “This is amazing! By making such small changes, we can really make a difference!”

     

    “Indeed!” Edmond said, his eyes twinkling. “Remember, little by little, we can build a brighter future.”

     

    Liam turned to Noel, grinning. “That’s a nice phrase, Noel. You should write it down.”

     

    And so, with the moon shining bright, the brothers left Feeding Hong Kong, inspired to share their newfound wisdom with the world, one bite at a time.

     

    Now gentle listener, what will you do?

     

    Now gentle listener, what will you do?

     

    Whilst you give it some thought, here’s “Little by Little” by Oasis, a reminder that with every small step, we can create a brighter, more delicious world.

    香港電台第三台

    12/10/2025 - 足本 Full (HKT 08:15 - 08:30)