KayO's Blog
A Proposal
J-A-P-A-N. O god. The amount of sweat that leaves my body on an hourly basis probably exceeds the average amount of rainfall in certain parts of Africa. At least I got another foreigner to share the feeling of discomfort with me. 
(the foreigner, Pierre)
Despite my severely pessimistic insight into Japanese culture in the previous post, this place maintains an aura of attraction that you can't experience anywhere else. At the point you venture into a more youth oriented location, the world tends to open up in different ways. So here we are: Namba, Osaka. This is where the graffiti/ street art journey starts. Except one thing: It barely exists ANYWHERE.
(except here)
But this is what I mean! There exists this obscured subculture hidden underneath all the neon. Like a loch ness beast, it secretly laughs at us from some strange corner of the ocean - or it's a fabrication of the human mind. View this example: 
Ya, there's fancy art hanging in the subways, but it fails to go beyond that sentiment. They remain largely ignored by the general public.
Everyone provides a similar fatal blow to the indie music scene. 
Free concert, maybe 20 people max - seems like an oxymoron. These guys were super legit too.
AHHH, so here's what I want to do. Let's reignite something, the creative, the craziness. If anyone knows any artists, musicians, or creative persons living in Japan, contact me or TravisNN right away. We've already received a lot of help, and we truly appreciate it. We're starting a revolution my friends. Watch yo self.
And with that, I leave a final picture: 
A thousand cranes, colorfully assorted in front of the peace center. It gives you one wish.
Use it well, my friends.
kayo
Flat Streets and Blank Walls
Whatever minor madness that seems to happen within the pelagic boundaries of this small Eastern island remains within it. I've only been here for a few days, but the lack of creative output I've seen on the streets disturbs me. Structure has become such an integral part of society that art started becoming an endangered breed.
But I'm hopeful. So here I begin with Osaka - a little photo journey :)
This blocky, blank city thats filled with life. I know creativity is hidden somewhere. 
Cryptic notes from a homeless man. A hint at something crazy about to happen. 
Conservative girls at every corner... 
And on the train... 
Everyone, like herded bovine, heading to their destined cubicle space. 
But then, the rush is gone. And its a desolate ghost town. And there you have it. Part 1 of a multi-series journey. I'll update as often as I can about my critical insight into Japan. But in all honesty, this place is amazing: The people are kind, the food is delicious, and the atmosphere is mind-numbing.
And with that, good night. Another adventure awaits.
kayo
KayO- Watch Yo'Self
Alright lads and lad-ies:
We've entered into foreign territory - with its array of dazzling lights and hallucinogenic presence - providing its marvel through electronic entertainment for the rest of this laconic world (respectively speaking, of course). But that's the mission I'm on: Find art as defiant as this culture I've delved into.
But look. This country is run by an older generation with a youth culture undeniably missing despite the pretense that pop culture is, in fact, dominant. And that's the thing - it is. That shit is popping more than ever through its repetitive and cyclic lifestyle, the same looking idols and celebrities popping up each and every year. This country needs something god damn new. Where is the creativity? Where's the fucking art?
I'm going to bring the fucking eccentricity out of this nation.
Watch out Japan.
So I give you this:
Godspeed,
KayO
