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Tokyo is a testament to what humankind can achieve. Whenever I walked its streets, I feel like a dust surrounded by giant sand castles - or like the little boy in Abbas Kiarostami’s “Where is The Friend’s House?” In a place such as Tokyo, it is easy to get lost, both literally and figuratively. I’ve always been an early bird, a 4 am kind of early bird. I was raised that way. It’s one of the things I keep with me wherever I am, like a compass that redirects me whenever I begin to slightly sway away from my path and get… lost. #35mm #blackandwhite
Tokyo is a testament to what humankind can achieve. Whenever I walked its streets, I feel like a dust surrounded by giant sand castles - or like the little boy in Abbas Kiarostami’s “Where is The Friend’s House?” In a place such as Tokyo, it is easy to get lost, both literally and figuratively. I’ve always been an early bird, a 4 am kind of early bird. I was raised that way. It’s one of the things I keep with me wherever I am, like a compass that redirects me whenever I begin to slightly sway away from my path and get… lost. #35mm #blackandwhite
Tokyo is a testament to what humankind can achieve. Whenever I walked its streets, I feel like a dust surrounded by giant sand castles - or like the little boy in Abbas Kiarostami’s “Where is The Friend’s House?” In a place such as Tokyo, it is easy to get lost, both literally and figuratively. I’ve always been an early bird, a 4 am kind of early bird. I was raised that way. It’s one of the things I keep with me wherever I am, like a compass that redirects me whenever I begin to slightly sway away from my path and get… lost. #35mm #blackandwhite
For these last few pictures I have from this roll, I want to highlight the feeling that’s often associated with Tokyo; loneliness. It’s true, if you observe the street and people in it from morning to late night like I did. It’s evident. You can see it on the faces of the passersby. It’s like when you keep the light switch on even though the lightbulb is dimming and flickering - you still need the light, but it wants to give up. That’s why I never photographed inside the train here, it’s like everyone’s light switch is off.
Tokyo is a testament to what humankind can achieve. Whenever I walked its streets, I feel like a dust surrounded by giant sand castles - or like the little boy in Abbas Kiarostami’s “Where is The Friend’s House?” In a place such as Tokyo, it is easy to get lost, both literally and figuratively. I’ve always been an early bird, a 4 am kind of early bird. I was raised that way. It’s one of the things I keep with me wherever I am, like a compass that redirects me whenever I begin to slightly sway away from my path and get… lost. #35mm #blackandwhite
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
It took me quite a while to understand what really is the appeal of Shibuya? The first time I set foot on that place, all I could do was humming Jim Croce’s “New York’s Not My Home” inside my mind; “…though all the streets are crowded, there’s something strange about it.” But after a while, I started to see what my camera sees. The little corners that once was drowned in the sea of people started to appear. The speck of light on the building across, the tiny magazine stand, the signs above my head dancing together with the traffic lights. Everything was like… magic.
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