The planes tore through the sky with a heavy, echoing noise at the Pacific Airshow — an annual aerial performance event in Huntington Beach where military and civilian teams present loops, formations and dare-devil manoeuvres over the Pacific.
This image was made in Shibuya, after my son and I spent an hour looking for a different way to photograph the famous crossing. He was using his grandfather’s Olympus Pen, and we decided to try capturing each other within the movement. He positioned himself perfectly for this frame, which makes it special to both of us.
From Osaka to Tokyo, the rhythm shifted. People moved with a quieter pace, and their fashion felt more defined. These photos are small impressions from an August walk through the crossings.
A brief pause between cities: rain on the window, the conductor leaning out with precision.
Japan’s trains have their own rhythm — part machine, part choreography — and sometimes the journey becomes the picture.
The August humidity made the light feel heavy, and umbrellas were out for both the sun and the chance of rain. I stopped in front of this ramen shop and waited, watching the scene settle into its own pace, until this person walked through and the frame came together.