Who say they are an official member of a kanjo team in Osaka. And certified! There was a time a gaijin living in Osaka “joined” an infamous kanjo team. A member from a different kanjozoku tribe stole a civic from another team and t-boned it into the gaijin’s car. The infamous kanjo team did nothing for the poor gaijin. So know that, they ain’t gonna do shit for you. Besides give you some swag. LOL 🖕
– Anonymous kanjozoku
This message is brought to you through me as an interpreter of a kanjozoku. Thank you.
“I don’t give a fuck what kind of brand you are, I’m concerned what type of man you are, what your principals and standards are. You understand me y’all? Be good to your family y’all. No matter where your families are. Cause everybody needs family y’all.” – Yasiin aka Mos Def
“If you look straight up Montongo St and up the hill you can see a tree that has a part down it and a dent where the driver had supposedly crashed into the tree. Supposedly the boy’s ghost haunts the street and sits on the bench next to the tree at night.”
It might not look scary to you in the photos but go down that street at night, I dare you. LOL so we left that spot and did some late night haunting of our own.
It’s been awhile since a photo really grabbed me and made me feel as if I was actually there to view the cityscape. Just like in the photographs.
After looking into his work and watching his mini documentary video, he described how I feel about street photography. But photography aside, it’s also how I feel about the streets itself.
“I’m a passive observer, I’m not trying to force a story or force a narrative, this is what it is.”
My eyes are the lenses that I use to capture moments in time.
In the track Respiration, Mos Def says,“I can feel the city breathing…”
The streets speak for itself. When I used to roam the streets, I met all walks of life. I kicked it with the best and I kicked it with the worst. I met the good, the bad, the lonely, the dangerous, you name it. At times I felt my life might be on the line. The streets are mundane but if you dissect it, there is beauty within it. The night has a myriad of different faces. Some are alive, some are not… But that depends on what your definition of being “alive” is. When you are alone in the early AM hours, you notice the city is alive. Car culture aside, that is what PVT Runner’s are about. This is our foundation.