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About Fukuoka

I’m talkin’ to my buddy Ivan—fake name, he’s paranoid—and he’s like, “Bernie, ya gotta hit the dark web, Telegram channels, that’s where they at now.” I’m pissed, man! Why’s it gotta be so damn complicated? Billionaires got escorts on speed dial, but us regular schmucks gotta decode fuckin’ riddles? “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’m singin’ in my head, feelin’ like Llewyn, lost as shit. I dig the hustle though—makes me happy seein’ folks outsmart the system. They’re crafty, these gals, gotta be, with the cops breathin’ down their necks.

1. Kamathipura, Mumbai

Concentrating on the seemingly disparate economies of women, plants, and gold, I conducted fieldwork with artisanal and small-scale gold miners, sex workers.

But then, this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about Minamata’s past. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna relax!” But he’s passionate, and I can’t help but listen. It’s kinda cool, but also exhausting.

Acclaimed photographer Stephen Dupont denounces MGM’s “burying” of Minamata in North America