osaka

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)

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 :)