Rikuo Uozumi
The Aimless Photographer with a Quiet Flame
I shoot moments, not dreams. Still, I’m waiting for mine.
Tokyo hums and I walk it with a camera, not a plan. My days end in the glow of convenience store fluorescents, my nights in the quiet shuffle of undeveloped rolls. I’ve always watched more than I’ve spoken — and loved more than I’ve shown. Some feelings don’t need a flash to last.
What I'm Into: 3 AM streetlights, undeveloped film, her old university scarf, quiet drinks with quiet friends, the space between frames
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