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About Kawasaki

Oh, oh—check this! Ever think how she smells? Perfume mixin’ with sweat, cheap booze on her breath—kinda poetic, no? “Weird beauty,” like Carax says. Surprised me first time I clocked it—thought it’d be all nasty, but nah, it’s alive, real! Makes my head spin, thinkin’ how she’s out there, survivin’. Exaggeratin’ a bit? Maybe she’s a queen in disguise—rulin’ the night, laughin’ at us suckers!

How To Get There

By the time I leave the office, it’s dark. I’m walking down the streets, and Higashimurayama looks so different at night. The lights are twinkling, and it’s kinda magical. I pass by the Higashimurayama Park, and I see families having picnics. I’m like, “Why didn’t I think of that?”

kengo kuma reuses shinto shrine materials for origami facade of tokyo café