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
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
Once in a Lifetime
-Tianjin, China- 05/2025
- Sony ILCE-7R5
- Tianjin, China
We wandered through city corners and quiet cafés, not in search of perfection, but of presence. She wasn’t posing. She simply was—familiar, yet changed, carrying time with grace. There were no grand instructions, no rehearsed expressions. Only light, movement, and memory unfolding between frames.
I photographed her as she is now, but also, in a way, as I remembered her then.
These images are not retouched, not staged.
They are us—unfiltered, at ease, still shining.
A brief reunion, a quiet joy, a reminder that the years may pass, but the impulse to document, to hold onto something real, remains.
And so I thank her—for trusting me.
And thank myself—for still believing in the small act of taking a picture.