A statement on Passing People, my Tokyo Daimaru chapter of Hikaranai Monotachi—about quiet crossings, half-light gestures, and the city’s rhythm at walking speed.

A personal New Year reflection on photography, encounters, and rhythm. Street and landscape photographs as traces of a year gone by.

A suspended moment on the steps of Tokyo: light, lines, and silence broken only by the rhythm of the city. Everyday scenes that turn into a story.

A working photographer’s life isn’t just about taking photos—it’s also emails, invoices, and endless editing. That’s why I cherish days like this: escaping Tokyo’s chaos, shooting with my friend Lee Chapman, and ending up in Jikokudani—Hell’s Valley in name, but heaven in spirit.