Hey, at least it’s not an infomercial…
I’ve just completed my first photography book, a major (meaning ‘large’) work called “Tokyo Panic Stories” which presents Tokyo street life in pictures and words. And I want you to have a copy.
I’ve been working on this book for almost eight years, though prolonged bouts of writer’s block, chronic depression, alcoholism, self-doubt, massive anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder (from a heart attack on New Year’s Eve, 2003), low self esteem, poor fashion sense, and general malaise. And now that it’s finally done, I want to share it with as many people as possible.
I’ve tried finding a publisher, but nobody’s interested. I don’t have the money to publish proper hardcopies of it myself, and I don’t want to wait until I do. So I’m just going to give it away. For now, at least.
- So download “Tokyo Panic Stories” here. (Two PDF documents in a 58MB ZIP file)
- And donate (if you’re so inclined) to my “getting ‘Tokyo Panic Stories’ printed” fund here.
I’d love to hear your comments or criticisms. You can unload on me about “Tokyo Panic Stories” by leaving a comment on this post, or by contacting me via e-mail, Facebook, or Twitter.
Thanks for having a look, and I hope you enjoy my book.
Categories: ArtSunday, Featured, Photography
Thank you for sharing this. I also lived in Tokyo in the ’80s. I met a lot of street people and drunk men along the way – being a white woman who is 6 feet tall does not lend itself to blending into the Tokyo street scene. There were a few scary people but most were curious, polite, and friendly and because I spoke Japanese with them, they were open to conversations with me that they would not hold with their fellow Japanese – honor is paramount, of course, and they did not perceive me as judging them as the Japanese did. As the Japanese saying goes, “the nail that stands up gets hammered down.” These people were hammered with a nail set so deeply as to be invisible and grateful for contact with someone who saw them. Living in Portland now, where homelessness and the transient population is so evident, this seems a greater need as this population becomes less recognized and more demonized.