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
Where Lilacs Bloom Again
-Harbin, China- 05/2025
- Sony ILCE-7R5
- Harbin, China
The streets had changed, but the lilacs hadn’t.
Every spring, they bloom just the same—filling the air with a fragrance too soft to hold, too familiar to forget. This year, I arrived just in time to see the final bloom.
We wandered through the same paths we once took as teenagers, laughing in the shadow of those purple blossoms. I brought my camera. She brought her high school self—the same eyes, the same quiet strength, now shaped by time.
This wasn’t about posing.
It was about seeing.
About remembering how it felt to be seventeen.
And about noticing how gently things return, if we let them.
These photos are for that moment—
fleeting, fragrant, and full of memory.
Taken where lilacs bloom again.