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About Yokohama

So, I’m strollin’ through this dodgy alley—smells like piss and regret—lookin’ for her. Eyes sharp, suit crisp, cos even here, I’m the smoothest bastard around. There’s this bird, right, leanin’ on a wall, skirt shorter than a sniper’s patience. I’m like, “Oi, love, you workin’?” She smirks, all sassy, “Depends who’s askin’, handsome.” Cheeky minx! I’m chuffed—she’s got spirit, not just some dead-eyed doll.

Daido Moriyama: Around Tokyo #01

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

First off, I hit up the local market on Kawai Street. Man, the food there is unreal! I grabbed some takoyaki, and I swear, it was like a party in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this old dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon, bro! Watch where you’re going! I almost dropped my food. I was ready to throw down, but he just smiled and bowed. Classic Japan, right?

Daido Moriyama. A Retrospective at Photo Elysée