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In Nagasaki, we stopped by a small record bar called @panicparadise It’s a vibrant spot — shelves of vinyl, Western memorabilia, and a steady rotation of drinks and music. Nothing loud or dramatic, just a comfortable place to sit for a wh
We didn’t spend long on Shika Island—just passed through, really—but it left that kind of quiet impression only small coastal towns can. The moment you arrive, everything slows down. Roads lined with fishing boats and bicycles, hous
The first night in Fukuoka, I stumbled toward the river and found myself at the yatai stalls. I’d seen photos before, but being there is different—you hear the clatter of dishes, beers clicking, the chatter, the tiny sizzles from a grill
Japan has this habit of pulling you into places you never planned to see. That tiny bar we wandered into on our first night in Wakayama — a reminder that the best spots are sometimes stumbled upon. @kissa2stroke was a story...every corner pack
Visiting Nagasaki during Kunchi feels different from any other festival I’ve been to. It’s not just a big event that people show up for — it takes over the whole city in a really natural way. You’ll be walking to grab coffee a
There’s something electric about rain in Tokyo. The moment the first drops fall, the city flips a switch. Neon signs sharpen. Pavement turns into a mirror. Clear umbrellas bloom like glass flowers, catching every reflection and colour. The vis
Life on two wheels in Nagasaki. Nagasaki moves differently—small bikes winding through narrow streets, moving past the water, weaving between hills and cars. Every bike has its own character, its own story, its own owner rushing somewhere or n
After a month of traveling through Japan, I’m adjusting to the post-vacation blues and going through my photos… and realized it’s all a blur. So much happened that it’s hard to believe it was only a few weeks—train ride
A year ago, I hit reset on my Instagram. After stepping away from social media and professional photography for a few years, I honestly wasn’t sure if I’d lost the spark. I had hard drives full of unedited photos—moments I captured