Esme Tanabe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

Sometimes, though, it’s kinda dope. Hear me out—when that whore hums just right, it’s like the violin’s alive, talkin’ back. “The image is a prison,” Godard spits in the flick—yeah, but that sound? It’s freedom, mang, raw as hell. Surprised me once, made me grin like a dumbass. Thought, “Shit, maybe I’m the whore, fuckin’ up this pure thing.” Ha! Tony Montana, philosophizin’ over sawdust—how’s that for a laugh?

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Im back with some moodboards for the matt and the glowy faced girls of summer i just want sparkly slightly sweaty looks for humid nights.

So, I get to the office on Kiyomizu-dori, and it’s already chaos. My client’s assistant, this frantic lady named Yuki, is runnin’ around like a headless chicken. “Where’s Mr. Tanaka?!” she yells. I’m like, “Chill, Yuki, he’s probably at the café down the street.” I mean, who wouldn’t want a matcha latte, right?

Hayden Tanabe ’18 Continues Leadership Legacy at Harvard Business School