Currently, I am pursuing my second master's degree in the Design and Environmental Analysis program at Cornell University. I invite you to join me in my world of design and photography utopia.
Linghao Li |李凌昊
PhD in Design
MA Design in D+EA ‘24
MA Graphic Design and Visual Experience ‘22
BFA Visual Communication Design ‘16
NCSU | Cornell University|SCAD|TAFA
+ 1 912-391-7213 | ll933@cornell.edu
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About Myself
Resume/CV
In the transformative fall23, under the mentorship of the esteemed Dr. A. Moisey, I embarked on a profound journey. Using Photobooks as my compass, I navigated the rich tapestry of photography's history. This exploration wasn't just academic; it reshaped my very essence, refining my artistic vision and deepening my connection to the art.
Through my lens, I seek the heartbeat of everyday life, the drama that unfolds in the quietest moments, and the joy found in life's delightful quirks. Every snapshot is a love letter to the world, a testament to my passion and curiosity. My camera doesn't just capture landscapes; it captures emotions, stories, and dreams.
I invite you to step into my world, to feel what I feel, to see what I see. Welcome to my utopia, a realm where every photograph is a piece of my heart, waiting to resonate with yours."
Can’t We Go Back?
Reflection | First Love | One Day
In Photobook Classroom
A Layover of Light
Where Lilacs Bloom Again
Once in a Lifetime
Who you are now Hello, Old StreetsReturn My Hometown Vol. II
Return My Hometown Vol. I
City Memory - Washington, D.C
City Memory - Ithaca, NY
City Memory - Raleigh, NC
City Memory - Savannah, GA
City Memory - New York, NY
City Memory - Philadelphia, PA
City Memory - Boston, MA
City Memory - Buffalo,NY
Cityscape |Nature Landscape
Animal |Remembrance|The Net
Who you are now
- Harbin, China- 06/2025
- Sony ILCE-7R5
- Harbin, Heilongjiang, China
By 2011, life had already begun to scatter us in different directions.
After that, the years grew quiet. We crossed paths only a handful of times, each one shorter than the last.
This time, it had been seven years.
Seven summers, seven winters, and countless moments we lived separately.
But when we met again, it wasn’t awkward.
There was the city hum, the soft neon reflections, the quiet chatter over drinks, and somewhere in between, the pieces of familiarity we never fully lost.
We didn’t say much.
We let the camera fill the spaces that words couldn’t.
These frames are a fragment of that day—
where time paused,
and we remembered how to simply exist, together, again.