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This is self film swap works by splitzer.I shot upper half in Hong kong at first. Then I shot lower half in Japan with Japanese Kimono lady at a beach.
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.
This is my Yokohama. The Yokohama I love to walk on, to see, to breathe, to smell and to feel. The wind that travels through the hilly streets and catches my face, body and soul every day. The place I treasure in me, day after day.
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.
