It was an immensely enjoyable summer. I grew a beard, went on my first real hike in the country, bought a new camera, met some interesting people and did plenty of exploration, both alone and with friends. And moved, of course. And now, it’s now been about a year and a half since I came to Japan. I’m sitting in my lazy bedtime clothes, fresh out of the shower and I once again find myself feeling nostalgic, as has happened so many times within the last eighteen months.
Read MorePortraits & Parties on the Contax G2 (Pt II)
Shortly after, I used the Natura yet again to shoot Yuko ‘Tigarah’ Takabatake in Harajuku one rainy afternoon. She was absolutely lovely to hang out with and her stylish monochromatic outfit popped nicely against the colourful graffiti backgrounds, though unfortunately, a good third of my shots were either unfocused or blurred, despite the faster film. One of the downsides of analogue photography, to be sure.
Read More35mm Film on the Contax G2 (Pt I)
How cool is it that we can still find disposable cameras on the shelves of convenience stores here in Tokyo? The look of the resulting photos is delightfully nostalgic. It may be 2016, but through these cheap, plastic cameras, it feels like 1996, or even 1986 (maybe—I didn’t actually exist yet that year.)
Read MoreA Collection of Moments from 2015
I don’t really have anything to say today, but there’s lots that I’d like to show. It’s been roughly a year and a half since I arrived in Japan and I already find myself reminiscing about that span of time—especially the summer. The fireworks, festivals, scorching heat, sticky humidity, hazy skies, purple sunsets and of course, the smiles and laughter…
Read MoreExploring Ota Ward
We then walked until we reached a station flanked by old shops and a green hillside shrine. And we walked some more, past Shinagawa Aquarium, to a beautiful little body of water whereby numerous couples sat holding hands and staring at their smartphones. We walked uphill and downhill, through street and through alley. We walked until our soaking shirts clung desperately to our backs. We walked until our feet swam in our shoes and our legs melted into the warm pavement. We walked until we could walk no more.
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