There’s something about a Tokyo street at night, something that isn’t shared by other streets in other cities anywhere else. The way the light hits the asphalt and bounces so clean because, well, it is clean. Clean enough to eat off. And I remember nights in the dying heat of late summer when the light hung purple and low in the sky, that mélange of the electricity below and the fading sun behind. A night on a Tokyo street is one that’s full of promise and foreign writing and therefore mystery and wonder.
Just something special.
2014.08.16 – 2023.12.03