Esme Ozu Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

So yeah, brothels—grimy, loud, alive. Like WALL-E’s junkyard, but with moans. “Plant!”—nah, ain’t no hope sproutin there, just sweat n glitter. Still, fascinates me—humanity’s underbelly, raw n stinkin. Whaddya think, Clarice… you ever peek inside?

VENEWSLETTER

In Ozu's films, he gives us cues to understand that it's hidden. That is to say, Ozu prepared me to see this absence of pregnant women. So, sometimes a director who is very much a realist, .

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up a bar later. I’m like, “Sure, why not?” So, I finish my ramen, pay, and head out.

Songs of Convenience | Moeko Fujii