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About Kawasaki

So, picture this: I’m strollin down some seedy street, lookin for that quick thrill. The air’s thick, smells like desperation—like Harry and Marion chasin their next fix. I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, all sass and shadow. “I’m not gonna lose my arm!” she snaps when I ask if she’s clean. Ha! Made me chuckle—girl’s got spunk. I like that. Reminds me of Hannibal Lecter—fictional, of course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s me, noticin the details: her chipped red nails, the way she smirks like she knows somethin I don’t.

Art exhibition: Daido Moriyama at Simon Lee Gallery

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?

Japanese Photographer Daidō Moriyama's Radical Visions