Photo walk

Love, Yokohama: Jun Sekiya

Love, Yokohama is my photographic love letter to the city we have called home for the past three years. The concept is a simple one. Each week I’ll ask a student, colleague or friend to meet me at their favourite place in Yokohama… and I’ll take their photograph. These visual love letters will be posted each Friday.

JUN SEKIYA
Photographed on Sunday 17 August 2014
at Yamashita Park, Yokohama

Jun + 2 guys

Jun Wide 1

Jun Medium Bike Cut Off

Cruise
by Jun Sekiya

a long time ago
I rode mountain bikes in the city
because I was afraid
of not looking mature.

“This t-shirt won’t do.
This faux hawk won’t do.
This music won’t do.
I can do much better.”

a while after that
my friends stole my bike
and painted its blue frame red with a can
on my birthday
when I was on a date
with My new dress shirt
My new hairstyle
My new music—

maybe I needed that.

maybe I needed to care less about thoughts
the ones that
nag, like, “You look like you’re twelve.”
“You’re short.”
“You’re timid.”
“You’re caught in yourself.”
“I need to care less”
began to nag me in turn.

it’s all psyching out,
psyching
out.
Thoughts, wrapped in Thoughts, wrapped in Thoughts, wrapped in
But
I put on a song
as I rode my new bike
—my mom’s bike—
through Yamashita Park.

I glide past the sign
that says “no bikes”
there’s a couple looks
But for this I’m sorry

Because the sky is too deep
and the sun is too yellow
to not bike this strip
that nudges the sea.

There’s people
and space
between them
to weave through.
There’s iPods
and earphones
to make them
a soundtrack.

This song I’m listening to
This song This song
is the best song I’ve ever heard
ever.
right now.

My head is flooded
My mouth is lifting
I’m flushed with courage
I’m taller than the park
I’m rushing
weaving
surging
through the air
beaming:
Unstoppable.

In the big picture
it’s a guy on his bike
rapping too loudly to a soundless beat.
In the big picture
the music won’t do
just like the t-shirt and that cringey faux hawk.

But in the close up
the one with the music
the one where the girls who see it all swoon
the t-shirt is dope
the faux hawk, I’ll rock it
I’m rock and roll
I’m hip hop
The music’s a plow
And this bike, my mom’s bike, will push all my

worries
and nerves
and heartaches
and awkward handshakes

Away.

Jun Close

Jun Sekiya
Wicked smart boy-man.
NYU in NYC.
Film-maker. Writer. Rapper.
Runner. Football player.
(By which we mean soccer,
of course.)
Japanese
+ Cuban-American
= courteous rebel.
Metaphysical bad ass
grooves at the intersection
of passion
and discipline,
freestyles the first line
of a new tune.
Best one yet.

You can see more photographs of Jun and his mythic ride on my Instagram feed here.

A Walk with Instagram + Love

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It was six o’clock
in the evening.
I was in Shimoda
and DP was in Yokohama.

Just me and my iPhone
photo-walking
as the day’s light
waltzed
also barefoot through
the celestial spectrum.
Yellow. Golden. Blue.

At Ohama Beach
I chased the light
and the surfers
that ran for the water.

The first processed shot
hit my feed
like a stone.
A photo
from DP emerged
from Instagam ripples.
He too was photo-walking,
collecting Minato-Mirai
moments like butterflies
for his two best friends
from high school
who happen to share a birthday.
Every year,
on their day,
he takes photos
wherever we are
to celebrate them.
His Geography of Birthdays.

For forty Instagram minutes
our twin walks unfolded.
Me: A woman in a purple sweater walks her sand-coloured dog.
Him: A couple walks into a burst of sunset at Sakuragicho Station.
When DPs red heart
popped up below my blurry shot,
it was the truest like of all.

Then,
because all things change,
the light
faded
in his
shots,
in mine.

The end of the day
tugged at me
and said,
“It’s time to head back.”

Wait.
I want to hold onto the light
a little longer
and the feeling of walking
on the beach
with my love.

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** Damien Pitter curated this collection of photos from my Shimoda photography walk.

*** Registration is now open for the Geography of Now eCourse. :)

Japanese word for celebration

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Laughter rolls
down the street
ahead of them
like marbles.

People step out
of the way,
pleased
to make room
for such joy.

We two
quietly yearn
to join the celebration,
this particular way
of being happy
in the company
of others.

Extravagant
and careless.

Red balloon days.

{The Japanese word for celebration is shukugakai.}

Shanghai: Accelerated City

Shanghai, China
March 2013
Context Travel walk: Accelerated City
Our walk began in a section of the Old City slated for demolition and ended on the Pudong side of the river in two of the highest buildings on earth.
{Progress is in the eye of the beholder.}

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The light in Chinatown

123457891011121314151617181920There are places
where the light alone
is worth the trip.

Florence
where we ate
the late afternoon light
with a spoon.

Paris.
Vienna.
Amsterdam.
Glowing little corners.

On a cold winter morning
we three friends explored
Chinatown in Yokohama.

We found this light.
This golden treat.