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About Kobe

Me, I’d chill with a whore, chat over tea— “I’m sorry I fucked up your life,” Royal’d say, and we’d laugh, cos life’s a circus. They’d spill tea—literal and gossip—bout clients, freaks, the lot. Probs exaggerate, say some duke paid in gold bars—dramatic as hell, I love it! Sarcasm? Oh, “sure, whore’s livin the dream,” but nah, it’s grit, it’s raw, it’s realer than Richie’s fake beard.

Two Films By Yasujiro Ozu

His work in the silent era, which lasted into the mids in Japan, is filled with socially conscious student comedy, tense crime thrillers, and scenes of Depression-era desperation.

Then, I’m walking down to the river, the Hiromi River, and it’s just beautiful. Cherry blossoms everywhere! I’m snapping pics like a tourist. But then, bam! My phone slips. I dive for it, and I’m like, “Noooo!” I catch it, but my hand is soaked. Great. Just great.

Ozu Yasujirō and Noda Kōgo: Filmmaking Accomplices