Loco in Yokohama

I’ve grown quite passionate with my street photography.

It’s one of the few things I look forward to every day in Japan.

I tend to shoot the everyday things I see, so my photographs seem, at a glance, to be repetitive.

But, unlike people, to me, each photograph is, indeed, a unique and special snowflake.

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I focus mainly on people in transit and on transit itself, for I see myself, and life itself, as a series of moveable moments.

We are all in transit, in one way or another.

The people I meet while in motion are also on the move, and I find that a bit stressful sometimes.

You see, ideally, I’d like to be still, be quiet, and rest my restless awareness.

An awareness that is both blessing and curse.

It’s like an OCD, positively reinforced with an endorphin rush.

Creativity acts as a harness on this energy.

Writing is its primary outlet.

But, photography…

…in particular street photography, allows me to capture these movable moments, these flashes of life, mold them and render them harmless, trap and frame them.

Some semblance of sway, an illusion of order, a measure of control…

…if only temporary, you know?

For a few moments every day, I am a God Governing Time.

The streets are my inspiration.

And the gallery of the mind holds a daily exhibition.

Today’s exhibition, I tell myself, is: 

Stills from the Age of Loco

And the theme:

Japanese Women & Cellphones

Hope you enjoyed it. You can expect more in the future…

Loco

PS: And if you haven’t read Hi! My Name is Loco and I am a Racist yet, what are you waiting for? A personal invitation? Check it out! It’s available in paperback and E-book version here.